| CHRONIC 2001 | | | | Forgot About Dre (Dr. Dre f/Eminem) | | | [Dr Dre] Ya'll know me still the same ol' G But I been low key Hated on by most these niggas Wit 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 wit groceries Got a crib wit 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 ya'll think I'm gonna let my dough freeze Hoe 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 muthafuck the police Gave you a tape full of dope beats The bomb weed 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 Ya'll better listen up closely All you niggas that said that I turned pop Or the the Firm flop ya'll are the reason Dre ain't been getting no sleep So f*ck ya'll all of ya'll If ya'll don't like me blow me Ya'll are gonna keep f*ckin around wit me And turn me back to the old me
[chorus] x2 [Eminem]
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say But nothin comes out when they move they lips Just a buncha gibberish And muthaf*ckas act like they forgot about Dre
[Eminem] So what do you say to somebody you hate I really wasn't tryna bring trouble your way Wanna resolve things in a brotherly way? And study your tape of NWA One day I was walkin by Wit a walkmen on When I caught a guy givin me an awkward eye And strangled him off in the parkin lot wit his Karl Kani I don't give a f*ck if it's dark or not I'm harder than me tryna park a Dodge But I'm drunk as f*ck Right next to a humungous truck in a two car garage Hoppin out wit two broken legs tryna walk it off F*ck you too b*tch call the cops I'ma kill you and them loud *ss muthaf*ckin barkin dogs And when the cops came through Me and Dre stood next to a burnt down house Wit a can full of gas and a hand full of matches And still one found out From here on out it's the Chronic 2 Startin today and tomorrows the new And I'm still loco enough To choke you to death wit a Charleston chew
Slim shady hotter then a set of twin babies In a Mercedes Benz wit 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
[chorus] x2
[Dr Dre] If it was up to me You muthaf*ckas would stop comin up to me Wit your hands out lookin up to me Like you want somethin free When my last cd was out you wasn'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 (Compton, Compton) I told em all All them little gangstas 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 wit 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 f*ck 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 Know that I was strapped wit gats When you were cuddlin a cabbage patch
[Chorus] x3
| | | | | | | Still Dre | | | Still Snoop Dogg and D R E Still.. still doing that sh*t, right?
(Dr.Dre)
Oh for show, check me out It's still Dre Day A K Before I chrom the lot, can't keep it home a lot Cause when I frequent the spots that I'm known to rock You hear the bass from the trunk when I'm on the block Ladies, they pay homage, but haters say Dre fell off How? My last album was "The Chronic" They want to know if he still got it They say rap's changed, they want to know how I feel about it
(Snoop Doggy dogg)
If you ain't up on pace
(Dr. Dre)
Dr. Dre is the name, I'm ahead of my game Still, puffing my leafs, still with the beats Still not loving police (Uh huh) Still rock my khakis with a cuff and a crease Still got love for the streets, repping 213 Still the beat bangs, still doing my thang Since I left, ain't too much changed, still
CHORUS X 2
(Snoop Doggy dogg) I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world Still hitting them corners in them low low's girl (Dr. Dre)
Still taking my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E
Since the last time you heard from me I lost a friend Well, hell, me and Snoop, we dipping again Kept my ear to the streets, signed Eminem He's triple platinum, doing 50 a week Still, stay close to the heat And even when I was close to defeat, I rose to my feet My life is like a soundtrack I wrote to the beat Treat my rap like Cali weed I smoke till' I sleep Wake up in the A.M compose a beat I bring the fire till you're soaking in your seat It's not a fuke, it's been tried, I'm the troop It's Turn Out the Lights from the World Class Wreckin' Crue I'm still at it, After mathmatic In the home of drivebys and a.k matics Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic I dip through then I get skin, D.R.E
CHORUS x 2
It ain't nothing but more hot sh*t Another classic CD for y'all to vibe with Whether you're cooling on a corner with your fly b*tch Laid back in the shack, play this track I'm representing for the gangstas all across the world (Still hitting them corners in them low low's girl) I'll break your neck, damn near put your face in your lap Try to be the king but the ace is back
(Snoop Doggy dogg)
So if you ain't up on thangs
(Dr. Dre) Dr. Dre be the name still running the game Still got it wrapped like a mummy Still ain't tripping, love to see young blacks get money Spend time out the hood, take they moms out the hood Hit my boys off with jobs, no more living hard Barbeques every day, driving fancy cars Still gon' get mine regardless
REPEAT CHORUS x 3
(Snoop Doggy dogg)
Like that, right back up in ya '95 plus four pennies Add that ____ up, D R E right back on top of thangs' Smoke some with your dog No stress, no seeds, no sims', no sticks! Some of that real sticky icky' A little weed, put it in the air For you's a fool D.R.E
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