Lyrics:

Y`all know me, still the same O.G. but I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese, no deals and no G`s
No wheels and no keys, no boats, no snowmobiles, and no skisMad at me `cause I can finally afford to provide my family with groceries
Got a crib with 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
Did y`all think I`ma 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 oldies?
Eazy-E`s, Ice Cubes, and D.O.C`s
The Snoop D-O-double-G`s
And the group that said motha fuck the police
Gave you a tape full of dope beats
To bump when you stroll through in your hood
And when your album sales wasn`t doin` too good
Who`s the Doctor they told you to go see?
Y`all better listen up closely
All you niggas that said that I turned pop
Or The Firm flopped
Y`all are the reason that 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 fucking around with me and turn me back to the old me

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin` to say

But nothin` comes out when they move their lips

Just a bunch`a gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin` to say
But nothin` comes out when they move their lips
Just a bunch`a gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre

So what do you say to somebody you hate? (what)
Or anyone tryna bring trouble your way?
Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way?
Just study a tape of N.W.A.
One day I was walkin` by
With a Walkman on
When I caught a guy
Give me an awkward eye (`Chya lookin` at?)
And I strangled him up in the parking lot
With his Karl Kani
I don`t give a fuck if it`s dark or not
I`m harder than me tryna park a Dodge
When I`m drunk as fuck
Right next to a humongous truck in a two-car garage
Hoppin` out with two broken legs
Tryna walk it off
Fuck you too bitch, call the cops

I`ma kill you and them loud-ass motherfuckin` 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 weren`t found out (Right here)

From here on out it`s the Chronic II

Starting today and tomorrow`s anew

And I`m still loco enough to choke you to death with a Charleston Chew

Chika-chicka-chicka Slim Shady

Hotter then a set of twin babies
In a Mercedes Benz with the windows up
When the temp goes up to the mid-80`s
Callin` men ladies, sorry, Doc, but I been crazy
There`s no way that you can save me
It`s okay, go with him Hailie (Dada)

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin` to say
But nothin` comes out when they move their lips

Just a bunch`a gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin` to say
But nothin` comes out when they move their lips
Just a bunch`a gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre

If it was up to me, you motherfuckers would stop coming up to me
With your hands out looking up to me
Like you want something free
When my last CD was out, you wasn`t bumping 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 C-Compton (Compton)
I told `em all, all them little gangstas
Who you think helped mold `em all?
Now you wanna run around talkin` bout 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 with a pen and a pad
Tryna get this damn label off
I ain`t havin` that
This is the millennium of Aftermath
It 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
Know that I was strapped with gats
While you were cuddling a Cabbage Patch

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin` to say
But nothin` comes out when they move their lips
Just a bunch`a gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin` to say
But nothin` comes out when they move their lips
Just a bunch`a gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin` to say
But nothin` comes out when they move their lips
Just a bunch`a gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre