Текст песни Dr. Dre - Forgot About Dre -

Y'all know me, still the same ol' GBut I been low keyHated on by most these niggasWit no cheese, no deals and no G's, no wheels and no keysNo boats, no snowmobiles and no ski'sMad 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 tracksTo add to the wall full of plaquesHangin' up in the office in back of my house like trophiesBut y'all think I'm gonna let my dough freezeHo pleaseYou better bow down on both kneesWho 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'sAnd a group that said, "Muthafuck the police" Gave you a tape full of dope beatsTo bump when you stroll through in you hoodAnd when your album sales wasn't doin' too goodWho's the doc that he told you to go see?Y'all better listen up closelyAll you niggas that said that I turned popOr the Firm flopY'all are the reason Dre ain't been getting no sleepSo fuck y'all, all of y'allIf y'all don't like me, blow meY'all are gonna keep fuckin' around wit meAnd turn me back to the old me Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to sayBut nothin' comes out when they move they lipsJust a buncha gibberishAnd muthafuckas act like they forgot about DreNowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to sayBut nothin' comes out when they move they lipsJust a buncha gibberishAnd muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre So what do you say to somebody you hateOr anybody tryna bring trouble your wayWanna resolve things in a bloodier wayJust study your tape of NWAOne day I was walkin' byWit a walkman onWhen I caught a guy givin' me an awkward eyeAnd strangled him off in the parkin' lot wit his Karl Kani I don't give a fuck if it's dark or notI'm harder than me tryna park a dodgeBut I'm drunk as fuckRight next to a humungous truck in a two car garageHoppin' out wit two broken legs, tryna walk it offFuck you too bitch, call the copsI'm a kill you and themLoud ass muthafuckin barkin' dogs And when the cops came through meDre stood next to a burnt down houseWit a can full of gas and a hand full of matchesThey still wouldn't found outFrom here on out it's the chronic twoStartin' today and tomorrow's the new

And I'm still loco enoughTo choke you to death wit a Charleston chew Slim Shady hotter then a set of twin babiesIn a Mercedes Benz wit the windows upAnd the temp goes up to the mid 80'sCallin' men, ladiesSorry Doc, but I've been crazyThere is no way that you can save meIt's okay, go with him Hailey Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to sayBut nothin' comes out when they move they lipsJust a buncha gibberishAnd muthafuckas act like they forgot about DreNowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to sayBut nothin' comes out when they move they lipsJust a buncha gibberishAnd muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre If it was up to meYou muthafuckas would stop comin' up to meWit your hands out lookin' up to meLike you want somethin' freeWhen my last C.D. was out you wasn't bumpin' meBut now that I got's new companyEverybody wanna come to me like it was some diseaseBut you won't get a crumb from me'Cause I'm from the streets of The Compton I told em allAll them little gangstasWho you think helped mould 'em all?Now you wanna run around and talk about gunsLike I ain't 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 padTryna get this damn label off I ain't havin thatThis is the millenium of AftermathIt ain't gonna be nothin' after thatSo give me one more platinum plaque and fuck rapYou can have it backSo where's all the mad rappers atIt's like a jungle in this habitatBut all you savage catsKnew that I was strapped wit gatsWhen you were cuddled in the cabbage patch Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to sayBut nothin' comes out when they move they lipsJust a buncha gibberishAnd muthafuckas act like they forgot about DreNowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to sayBut nothin' comes out when they move they lipsJust a buncha gibberishAnd muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to sayBut nothin' comes out when they move they lipsJust a buncha gibberishAnd muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre
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