Karaoké Forgot About Dre Eminem feat. Dr. Dre
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Ya'll know me still the same OG
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 skis
Mad at me 'cos 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
Hanging up in the office in back of my house like trophies
But ya'll think
I'mma 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 Cube's and D.O.C's
The Snoop D O double G's and a group that said
Motherfuck 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 doing too good
Who's the doc that they told you to go to see?
Ya'll better listen up closely all you niggas that said that I turned pop or the Firm flopped
Ya'll are the reason that 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 fucking around with me
And turn me back to the old me
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say but nothing comes out
When they move their lips just a bunch of gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say but nothing comes out
When they move their lips just a bunch of gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre
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 walking by with a walkman on
When I caught a guy give me an awkward eye
And strangled him off 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
Hopping out with two broken legs
Tryna walk it off fuck you too bitch
Call the cops
Imma kill you and them
Loud ass motherfucking barking 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
So from here on out it's the Chronic two
Starting today and tomorrow's the new
And I'm still loco enough to choke you to death with a Charleston chew tee kee tee kee tee kee
Slim Shady hotter than a set of twin babies in a Mercedes Benz with the windows up
When the temp goes up to the mid eighties
Calling men ladies sorry Doc but I been crazy
There's no way that you can save me it's OK go with him Hailie
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say but nothing comes out
When they move their lips just a bunch of gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say but nothing comes out
When they move their lips just a bunch of gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre
If it was up to me you motherfuckers'd 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 'cos I'm from the streets of
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?
'Cos I stay well off now all I get is hate mail all day sayin' Dre fell off
What 'cos I been in the lab with a pen and a pad tryna get this damn label off
I ain't having that this is the millennium of aftermath
It ain't gonna be nothing 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 with gats when you were cuddling a cabbage patch
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say but nothing comes out
When they move their lips just a bunch of gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say but nothing comes out
When they move their lips just a bunch of gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say but nothing comes out
When they move their lips just a bunch of gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre
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Auteurs-Compositeurs : Melvin Charles Bradford, Dr Dre, Eminem
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