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   CHRONIC 2001
      Forgot About Dre (Dr. Dre f/Eminem)
      Still Dre

 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

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?


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


(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


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


(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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