Forget About Dre Songtext - 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 books, 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
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 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 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 old me

Chorus:
Nowadays everybody wanne talk like they got something to say
But nothin comes out when they move they lips
Just a bunch of gibberish
And muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre

Chorus:
Nowadays everybody wanne talk like they got something to say
But nothin comes out when they move they lips
Just a bunch of gibberish
And muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre

So what do you say to somebody you hate

But nothin comes out when they move they lips
Just a buncha gibberish
And muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre

Chorus:
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

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 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 a pen and a pad
Tryna get this damn label off
I ain't havin that
This is the millenium of Aftermath
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

Chorus:
Nowadays everybody wanne talk like they got something to say
But nothin comes out when they move they lips
Just a bunch of gibberish
And muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre
Repeat 3x

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