Forgot About Dre Lyrics - Eminem

Y'all know me, still the same O.G. 

But I been low key 

Hated on by most these niggaz wit' no cheese 

No deals and no G's 

No wheels and no keys, no boats no snowmobiles 

And no ski's 

Mad at me 'cause I can finally afford to provide my family 

With 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 

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? 

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Eazy-E's, Ice Cube's and D.O.C's 

The Snoop D-O-double-G's 

And the group that said, "Mother, fuck tha police" 

Gave you 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 niggaz that said that I turned pop 

Or The Firm flopped 

Y'all are the reason that Dre ain't gettin' no sleep 

so fuck y'all, all of y'all, if y'all don't like me, blow me 

Y'all are gonna keep fucki' around wit' 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 of gibberish 

And motherfuckers act like they Forgot About Dre 

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Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say 

But nothin' 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 

(What?) 

Or anyone tryin' to bring trouble your way? 

Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way? 

(Yup) 

Then just study a tape of N.W.A. 

One day I was walkin' by, wit' a Walkman on 

When I caught a guy, give me an awkward eye 

(What you lookin' at?) 

And strangled him off in the parkin' lot 

Wit' his Karl Kani 

I don't give a fuck if it's dark or not 

I'm harder than me tryin' to park a Dodge 

When I'm drunk as fuck 

Right next to a humungous truck in a two-car garage 

Hoppin' out wit' two broken legs, tryin' to 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 

Wit' 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 2 

Startin' today and tomorrow's the new 

And I'm still loco enough 

To choke you to death wit' a Charleston Chew 

Slim shady, hotter than a set of twin babies 

In a Mercedes Benz wit 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 

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say 

But nothin' 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 muh'fuckers 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 

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 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 wit' a pen and a pad 

Tryin' to get this damn label off? 

I ain't havin' that, this is the millenium of Aftermath 

It ain't gon' be nothin' after that 

So give me one more platinum plaque 

And fuck rap! You can have it back 

So where's all the Madd Rappers at? 

It's like a jungle in this habitat 

But all you savage cats know that I was strapped wit' gats 

When you were cuddlin' 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 of 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 of 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 of gibberish 

And motherfuckers act like they Forgot About Dre