Forgot About Dre (Album Version)

Forgot About Dre (Album Version)

Dr. Dre

Y'all 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 boots
And no snowmobiles and no skis

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 y'all 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

Y'all better listen up closely
All you niggas that said I turned pop
Or the the Firm flop
Y'all are the reason Dre ain't been getting no sleep

So fuck y'all all of y'all
If y'all don't like me blow me
Y'all are gonna keep fuckin' around wit me
And turn me back to the old me

[Chorus: x2]
Nowadays everybody wants to talk like they got something to say
But nothin' comes out when they move they lips
Just a buncha gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre

So what do you say to somebody you hate,
I really wasn't tryin' bring trouble your way,
Want to resolve things in a bloodier way,
And study your tpe of N-W-A

One day I was walkin' by
Wit a Walkman 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 fuck if it's dark or not
It's harder than me tryin' park a Dodge
But I'm drunk as fuck
Right next to a humongous truck

In a two car garage
Hopin' out wit two broken legs
Tryna walk it off
Fuck you too bitch call the cops

I'm kill you too and them loud ass motherfuckin' barkin' dogs
And when them cops can't come
And me and Dre stood next to a burnt down house
Wit a can full of gas and a hand full of matches

And still won't found out
From here on out it's the Chronic 2
Startin' today, tomorrow's the new
And I'm still loco enough to
Choke you to death wit a Charston 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' in ladies

Sorry Doc I been crazy
There is no way that you can save me
It's ok go wit them Hailey

[Chorus: x2]

If it was up to me
You motherfuckers 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
Now everybody want to 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 them little gangstas
Who you think helped mold 'em all

Now you want to 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
Tryin' get this damn label off
I ain't havin' that

This is the millennium of Aftermath
Ain't gonna be nothin' after that
So give me one more platinum plaque and fuck 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 wit gats
When you were cuddled wit cabbage patch

[Chorus: x3]

Written by YOUNG, ANDRE / BRADFORD, MELVIN / MATHERS, MARSHALL
Published by Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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