Lyrics : Eminem/Melvin Bradford/Andre R. Young
Music : Eminem/Melvin Bradford/Andre R. Young
forgot  about  dre
Y'all  know  me  still  the  same  OG
But  i  been  low  key
Hated  on  by  most  these  niggas  with  no  cheese,no  deals  and  no  g's
No  wheels  and  no  keys  no  boats,no  snowmobiles  and  no  ski's
Mad  at  me  cause  i  can  finally  afford  to  provide  my  family  with  groceries
Got  a  crib  with  a  studio  and  it's  all  full  of  tracks
To  add  to  the  wall  full  of  plaques
Hangin'up  in  the  office  in  back  of  my  house  like  trophies
But  y'all  think  i'm  gonna  let  my  dough  freeze
Ho  please,you  better  bow  down  on  both  knees
Who  you  think  taught  you  to  smoke  trees
Who  you  think  brought  you  the  oldies
Eazy-E's  Ice  Cube's  and  D.O.C's  and  Snoop  D  O  double  G's
And  a  group  that  said  mother “**** the  police”
Gave  you  a  tape  full  of  dope  beats
To  bump  when  you  stroll  through  in  you  hood
And  when  your  album  sales  wasn't  doin'  too  good
Who's  the  doc  that  he  told  you  to  go  see
Y'all  better  listen  up  closely
All  you  niggas  that  said  that  i  turned  pop
Or  the  firm  flop,y'all  are  the  reason  dre  ain't  been  getting  no  sleep
So  ****  y'all,all  of  y'all
If  y'all  don't  like  me,blow  me
Y'all  are  gonna  keep  ****in'around  with  me
And  turn  me  back  to  the  old  me
Dr.dre
Nowadays  everybody  wanna  talk  like  they  got  something  to  say
But  nothin  comes  out  when  they  move  they  lips
Just  a  buncha  gibberish
And  mother****er  act  like  they  forgot  about  dre
Nowadays  everybody  wanna  talk  like  they  got  something  to  say
But  nothin  comes  out  when  they  move  they  lips
Just  a  buncha  gibberish
And  mother****er  act  like  they  forgot  about  dre
So  what  do  you  say  to  somebody  you  hate
Or  anyone  tryna  bring  trouble  your  way
Wanna  resolve  things  in  a  bloodier  way
Just  study  a  tape  of  N-W-A.
One  day  i  was  walkin  by
With  a  walkman  on
When  i  caught  a  guy  givin'me  an  awkward  eye
And  strangled  him  off  in  the  parkin'lot  with  his  karl  kani
I  don't  give  a  ****  if  it's  dark  or  not
I'm  harder  than  me  tryna  park  a  dodge
But  i'm  drunk  as  ****
Right  next  to  a  humungous  truck  in  a  two  car  garage
Hoppin'out  with  two  broken  legs  tryna  walk  it  off
****  you  too  bitch  call  the  cops
I'ma  kill  you  and 'em  loud  ass  mother****ing  barkin'dogs
And  when  the  cops  came  through
Me  and  dre  stood  next  to  a  burnt  down  house
With  a  can  full  of  gas  and  a  hand  full  of  matches
And  still  one  found  out  right  here
From  here  on  out  it's  the  chronic 2
Startin'today  and  tomorrow's  the  new
And  i'm  still  loco  and  shit  to  choke  you  to  death  with  a  charleston  chew
Slim  shady  hotter  then  a  set  of  twin  babies
In  a  mercedes  benz  with  the  windows  up
And  the  temp  goes  up  to  the  mid 80's  Callin  men  ladies
Sorry  doc  but  i  been  crazy
There  is  no  way  that  you  can  save  me
It's  ok  go  with  him  hailey
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If  it  was  up  to  me
You  mother****ers  would  stop  comin'up  to  me
With  your  hands  out  lookin'up  to  me
Like  you  want  somethin'free
When  my  last  cd  was  out  you  weren't  bumpin  me
But  now  that  i  got  this  little  company
Everybody  wanna  come  to  me  like  it  was  some  disease
But  you  won't  get  a  crumb  from  me
Cause  i'm  from  the  streets  of
I  told 'em  all
All  little  niggas
Who  you  think  helped  mold 'em  all
Now  you  wanna  run  around  and  talk  about  guns
Like  i  ain't  got  none
What  you  think  i  sold 'em  all
Cause  i  stay  well  off
Now  all  i  get  is  hate  mail  all  day  sayin'dre  fell  off
What,cause  i  been  in  the  lab  with  a  pen  and  a  pad  tryna  get  this  damn  label
Off
I  ain't  havin  that
This  is  the  millenium  of  aftermath
It  ain't  gonna  be  nothin'after  that
So  give  me  one  more  platinum  plaque  and  ****  rap  you  can  have  it  back
So  where's  all  the  mad  rappers  at
It's  like  a  jungle  in  this  habitat
But  all  you  savage  cats
Knew  that  i  was  strapped  with  gats
When  you  were  cuddled  with  cabbage  patch