Songtext Forgot about dre Dr. Dre

Forgot about dre

Forgot about dre

Yall know me still the same ol g
But I been low key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese, no deals and no gs
No wheels and no keys no boats, no snowmobiles and no skis
Mad at me cause I can finally afford to provide my family with groceries
Got a crib with a studio and its 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 yall think Im gonna let my dough freeze
Ho please, you better bow down on both knees
Who you think taught you to smoke trees
Who you think brought you the o gs
Eazy-es ice cubes and d.o.cs and snoop d o double gs
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 wasnt doin too good
Whos the doc that he told you to go see
Yall better listen up closely
All you niggas that said that I turned pop
Or the firm flop, yall are the reason dre aint been getting no sleep
So fuck yall, all of yall
If yall dont like me, blow me
Yall are gonna keep fuckin around with me
And turn me back to the old me

[eminem](chorus x2)

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
But nothin comes out when they move they lips
Just a buncha gibberish
And muthafuckers act like they forgot about dre

[eminem]

So what do you say to somebody you hate
Or anyone tryna bring trouble your way
Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way
Just study your tape of nwa.
One day I was walkin by
With a walkman on
When I caught a guy givin me an awkward eye
And strangled him off in the parkin lot with his karl kani
I dont give a fuck if its dark or not
Im harder than me tryna park a dodge
But Im drunk as fuck
Right next to a humungous truck in a two car garage
Hoppin out with two broken legs tryna walk it off
Fuck you too bitch call the cops
Ima kill you and em loud ass muthafuckin barkin dogs
And when the cops came through
Me and dre stood next to a burnt down house
With a can full of gas and a hand full of matches
And still one found out right here
From here on out its the chronic 2
Startin today and tomorrows the new
And Im still loco and nuts to choke you to death with a charleston chew
Slim shady hotter then a set of twin babies
In a mercedes benz with the windows up
And the temp goes up to the mid 80s
Callin men ladies
Sorry doc but I been crazy
There is no way that you can save me
Its ok go with him hailey

(chorus) x2

If it was up to me
You muthafuckers would stop comin up to me
With your hands out lookin up to me
Like you want somethin free
When my last cd was out you werent bumpin me
But now that I got this little company
Everybody wanna come to me like it was some disease
But you wont get a crumb from me
Cause Im from the streets of
I told em all
All little gangstas
Who you think helped mold em all
Now you wanna run around and talk about guns
Like I aint 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 with a pen and a pad tryna get this damn label
Off
I aint havin that
This is the millenium of aftermath
It aint gonna be nothin after that
So give me one more platinum plaque and fuck rap you can have it back
So wheres all the mad rappers at
Its like a jungle in this habitat
But all you savage cats
Knew that I was strapped with gats
When you were cuddled with cabbage patch

(chorus) x3