Eminem - Forgot About Dre Lyrics
Artist: dr. dre f/ eminem[dr. dre]Yall know me, still the same o.g., but I been low keyHated on by most these niggaz wit no cheese, no deals and no gsNo wheels and no keys, no boats no snowmobiles, and no skisMad at me cause I can finally afford to provide my family wit groceriesGot a crib wit a studio and its all full of tracksTo add to the wall full of plaquesHangin up in the office in back of my house like trophiesDid yall think ima let my dough freeze? hoe pleaseYou better bow down on both kneesWho you think taught you to smoke trees?Who you think brought you the oldies?Eazy-es, ice cubes, and d.o.csThe snoop d-o-double-gsAnd the group that said mother-***** tha policeGave you a tape full of dope beatsTo bump when you stroll through in your hoodAnd when your album sales wasnt doin too goodWhos the doctor they told you to go see?Yall better listen up closelyAll you niggaz that said that I turned pop, or the firm floppedYall are the reason that dre aint been gettin no sleepSo ***** yall, all of yall; if yall dont like me, blow me!Yall are gonna keep *****in around wit meAnd turn me back to the old meChorus: eminem (repeat 2x)Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin to sayBut nothin comes out when they move their lips;Just a bunch of gibberishAnd mother*****ers act like they forgot about dre[eminem]So what do you say to somebody you hate (what? )Or anyone tryin to bring trouble your way?Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way? (yup)Then just study a tape of n.w.a.!One day I was walkin by, wit a walkman on, when I caught a guyGive me an awkward eye (what you lookin at? )And strangled him off in the parkin lot, wit his karl kaniI dont give a ***** if its dark or notIm harder than me tryin to park a dodgeWhen Im drunk as *****Right next to a humungous truck in a two-car garage {*crunch*}Hoppin out wit two broken legs, tryin to walk it off***** you too *****, call the cops!Ima kill you and them loud ass mother*****in barkin dogsAnd when the cops came throughMe and dre stood next to a burnt down houseWit a can full of gas and a hand full of matchesAnd still werent found out (right here)From here on out its the chronic 2Startin today and tomorrows the newAnd Im still loco enoughTo choke you to death wit a charleston chew{*eminems vocal turntable*}Slim shady - hotter then a set of twin babiesIn a mercedes benz wit the windows upWhen the temp goes up to the mid 80sCallin men ladies; sorry doc but I been crazyTheres no way that you can save meIts okay, go with him hailey (da-da? )Chorus[dr. dre]If it was up to me, you muh*****ers would stop comin up to meWit your hands out lookin up to me, like you want somethin freeWhen my last cd was out, you wasnt bumpin meBut now that I got this little companyEverybody wanna come to me like it was some diseaseBut you wont get a crumb from meCause Im from the streets of (compton, compton)I told em all - all them little gangstasWho you think helped mold em all?Now you wanna run around talkin bout guns like I aint got noneWhat you think I sold em all?Cause I stay well offNow all I get is hate mail all day sayin dre fell offWhat cause I been in the lab wit a pen and a padTryin to get this damn label off?I aint havin that; this is the millenium of aftermathIt aint gon be nothin after thatSo give me one more platinum plaqueAnd ***** rap! you can have it backSo wheres all the madd rappers at?Its like a jungle in this habitatBut all you savage cats, know that I was strapped wit gatsWhen you were cuddlin a cabbage patchChorusChorus 1/2 (after music ends)
