Forgot About Dre

Forget About Dre - Project V

Lyricist：DR.

Composer：M. Bradford/A. Young/M. Mathers

Y'all know me still the same O.G. but I been low key

Hated on by most these n**gas

With no cheese no deals and no G's

No wheels and no keys no boats

No snowmobiles and no skis

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 hanging up in the office

In back of my house like trophies

Did y'all 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 cubes and DOC's

The snoop D O double G's

And the group that said motherf**k the police

Gave you a tape full of d**e beats

To bump when you stroll through in your hood

And when your album sales wasn't doing too good

Who's the doctor they told you to go see

Y'all better listen up closely all you

N**gas that said that I turned pop

Or the firm flopped y'all are the reason that

Dre ain't been getting no sleep

So f**k y'all all of y'all

If y'all don't like me blow me

Y'all are gonna keep f**king around with me

And turn me back to the old me

To the OG

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 motherf**kers 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 motherf**kers 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

Then just study a tape of NWA

One day I was walking by

With a Walkman on

When I caught a guy

Give me an awkward eye

And I strangled him up in the parking lot

With his Karl Kani

I don't give a f**k if it's dark or not

I'm harder than me tryna park a Dodge

When I'm drunk as f**k

Right next to a humongous truck in a two car garage

Hopping out with two broken legs

Trying to walk it off

F**k you too b**ch call the cops

I'mma kill you and them loud

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

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

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 80s

Calling 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 something to say

But nothing comes out when

They move their lips

Just a bunch of gibberish

And motherf**kers 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 motherf**kers act like

They forgot about Dre

If it was up to me you motherf**kers

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 Compton

I told 'em all all them little gangstas

Who you think helped mold 'em all

Now you wanna run around talking

'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 saying Dre fell off

What 'cause I been in the lab

With a pen and a pad

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 f**k 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

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 motherf**kers 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 motherf**kers 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 motherf**kers act like they forgot about Dre