Forgot About Dre

<br>Artist: Dr. Dre f/ Eminem<br>Album: Dr. Dre 2001<br>Song: Forgot About Dre<br><br><br>[Dr Dre]<br>Ya`ll know me still the same ol` G<br>But I been low key<br>Hated on by most these niggas <br>Wit no cheese, no deals and no G`s, no wheels and no keys<br>No boats, no snowmobiles and no ski`s<br>Mad at me cause <br>I can finally afford to provide my family wit groceries<br>Got a crib wit a studio and it`s all full of tracks<br>To add to the wall full of plaques<br>Hangin up in the office in back of my house like trophies<br>But ya`ll think I`m gonna let my dough freeze<br>Ho Please<br>You better bow down on both knees<br>Who you think taught you to smoke trees<br>Who you think brought you the o` G`s<br>Eazy-E`s Ice Cube`s and D.O.C`s and Snoop D O double G`s<br>And a group that said muthafuck the police<br>Gave you a tape full of dope beats<br>The bomb weed stroll through in you hood<br>And when your album sales wasn`t doin too good<br>Who`s the doc that he told you to go see<br>Ya`ll better listen up closely<br>All you niggas that said that I turned pop<br>Or the Firm flop <br>ya`ll are the reason Dre ain`t been getting no sleep<br>So fuck ya`ll all of ya`ll<br>If ya`ll don`t like me blow me<br>Ya`ll are gonna keep fuckin around wit me<br>And turn me back to the old me <br><br>[chorus] x2 [Eminem] <br><br>Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say<br>But nothin comes out when they move they lips<br>Just a buncha gibberish<br>And muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre <br><br>[Eminem]<br>So what do you say to somebody you hate<br>Or anybody tryna bring trouble your way<br>Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way<br>Just study your tape of NWA.<br>One day I was walkin by <br>Wit a walkmen on<br>When I caught a guy givin me an awkward eye<br>And strangled him off in the parkin lot wit his Karl Kani<br>I don`t give a fuck if it`s dark or not<br>I`m harder than me tryna park a Dodge<br>But I`m drunk as fuck<br>Right next to a humungous truck in a two car garage <br>Hoppin out wit two broken legs tryna walk it off<br>Fuck you too bitch call the cops<br>I`ma kill you and them loud ass muthafuckin barkin dogs<br>And when the cops came through<br>Me and Dre stood next to a burnt down house<br>Wit a can full of gas and a hand full of matches<br>And still one found out<br>From here on out it`s the Chronic 2<br>Startin today and tomorrows the new<br>And I`m still loco and nuts <br>To choke you to death wit a Charleston chew <br>&lt;Record scratch&gt;<br>Slim shady hotter then a set of twin babies <br>In a Mercedes Benz wit the windows up <br>And the temp goes up to the mid 80`s<br>Callin men ladies<br>Sorry Doc but I been crazy<br>There is no way that you can save me<br>It`s ok go with him Hailey <br><br>[chorus] x2 <br><br>[Dr Dre]<br>If it was up to me<br>You muthafuckas would stop comin up to me <br>Wit your hands out lookin up to me<br>Like you want somethin free<br>When my last cd was out you wasn`t bumpin me<br>But now that I got this little company<br>Everybody wanna come to me like it was some disease<br>But you won`t get a crumb from me<br>Cause I`m from the streets of [COMPTON]<br>I told em all <br>All them little gangstas <br>Who you think helped mold `em all<br>Now you wanna run around and talk about guns<br>Like I ain`t got none<br>What you think I sold `em all<br>Cause I stay well off<br>Now all I get is hate mail all day sayin Dre fell off<br>What cause I been in the lab wit a pen and a pad<br>Tryna get this damn label off <br>I ain`t havin that<br>This is the millenium of Aftermath<br>It ain`t gonna be nothin after that<br>So give me one more platinum plaque and fuck rap<br>You can have it back<br>So where`s all the mad rappers at<br>It`s like a jungle in this habitat<br>But all you savage cats<br>Knew that I was strapped wit gats<br>When you were cuddled wit cabbage patch <br><br>[Chorus] x3