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Forgot About Dre (Letra)

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forgot about dre

Ya’ll 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 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 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
But ya’ll think i’m 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’ g’s
Eazy-e’s ice cube’s and d.o.c’s and snoop d o double g’s
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 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 that i turned pop
Or 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 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 don’t give a fuck if it’s dark or not
I’m harder than me tryna park a dodge
But i’m 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
I’ma 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 it’s the chronic 2
Startin’ today and tomorrow’s the new
And i’m 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 80’s
Callin’ men ladies
Sorry doc but i been crazy
There is no way that you can save me
It’s 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 weren’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
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 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 millenium 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
Knew that i was strapped with gats
When you were cuddled with cabbage patch

(chorus) x3

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Forgot About Dre (Letra)

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Artist: dr. dre f/ eminem[dr. dre]
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 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
Did y’all think i’ma 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
The snoop d-o-double-g’s
And the group that said mother-"fuck tha 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 niggaz that said that i turned pop, or the firm flopped
Y’all are the reason that dre ain’t been 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 fuckin around wit me
And turn me back to the old me

Chorus: eminem (repeat 2x)

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

[eminem]
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 {*crunch*}
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
{*eminem’s vocal turntable*}
Slim shady – hotter then 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 hailey (da-da?)

Chorus

[dr. 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, 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

Chorus

Chorus 1/2 (after music ends)

Forgot About Dre (Letra)

Dr. Dre

Dr. Dre

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[Dr. Dre]
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 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
Did y’all think I’ma 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
The Snoop D-O-double-G’s
and the group that said mother-"Fuck Tha 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 niggaz that said that I turned pop, or The Firm flopped
Y’all are the reason that Dre ain’t been 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 fuckin around wit me
and turn me back to the old me

Chorus: Eminem (repeat 2X)

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

[Eminem]
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 {*CRUNCH*}
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
{*Eminem’s vocal turntable*}
Slim shady – hotter then 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 Hailey (Da-da?)

Chorus

[Dr. 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, 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

Chorus

Chorus 1/2 (after music ends)