Lyrics:

Title: Forgot About Dre
Artist: Eminem
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[Dr Dre]

Ya'll 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 ya'll 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 “Mutha Fuck tha 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

Ya'll better listen up closely

All you niggas that said I turned pop

Or the the Firm flop

ya'll are the reason Dre ain't been getting no sleep

So fuck ya'll all of ya'll

If ya'll don't like me blow me

Ya'll are gonna keep fuckin around wit me

And turn me back to the ol' me

[chorus] x2 [Eminem]


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 muthafuckas act like they forgot about dre

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 muthafuckas act like they forgot about dre

[Eminem]

So what do you say to somebody you hate,

I really wasn't tryna bring trouble your way,

wanna resolve things in a bloodier way,

and study your tpe of NWA

One day I was walkin by

Wit a walkmen 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 tryna park a Dodge

But I'm drunk as fuck

Right next to a Humungas 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 muthafuckin 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, tommorow's the new

And I'm still loco enough to

Choke you to death wit a Charston Chew



Chica chica chica slim shady hotter then a set of twin babies

In a Mercedes Benz wit the windows up

And the tent goes up to the mid 80's

Callin in ladies

Sorry Doc I been crazy

There is no way that you can save me

Its ok go wit them Hailey (Dadda?)



[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 muthafuckas act like they forgot about dre

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 muthafuckas act like they forgot about dre

[Dr Dre]

If it was up to me

You muthafuckas 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 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 Compton

I told em all

All them little gangstas

Who you think helped mold 'em all

Now you wanna 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 four solder

Tryna get this damn label off

I ain't havin that

This is the millenium of after math

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

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 muthafuckas act like they forgot about dre

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 muthafuckas act like they forgot about dre

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 muthafuckas act like they forgot about dre

[Chorus] x3