Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Forgot About Dre , by - Dr. Dre. Release date: 31.12.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Forgot About Dre |
| Y’all 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 boats, no snowmobiles and no ski’s |
| Mad at me |
| 'Cause I can finally afford to provide my family wit groceriesGot 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 y’all 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 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 |
| To bump when you 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? |
| Y’all better listen up closely |
| All you niggas that said that I turned pop |
| Or the Firm flop |
| Y’all are the reason Dre ain’t been getting 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 meNowadays everybody wanna 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 |
| Nowadays everybody wanna 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 DreSo what do you say to somebody |
| you hate |
| Or anybody tryna bring trouble your way |
| Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way |
| Just study your tape of NWA |
| One day I was walkin' by |
| Wit a walkman on |
| When I caught a guy givin' me an awkward eye |
| And strangled him off in the parkin' lot wit his Karl KaniI 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 wit two broken legs, tryna walk it off |
| Fuck you too bitch, call the cops |
| I’m a kill you and them |
| Loud ass muthafuckin barkin' dogsAnd when the cops came through me |
| Dre stood next to a burnt down house |
| Wit a can full of gas and a hand full of matches |
| They still wouldn’t found out |
| From here on out it’s the chronic two |
| Startin' today and tomorrow’s the new |
| And I’m still loco enough |
| To choke you to death wit a Charleston chewSlim Shady hotter then a set of twin |
| babies |
| In a Mercedes Benz wit the windows up |
| And the temp goes up to the mid 80's |
| Callin' men, ladies |
| Sorry Doc, but I’ve been crazy |
| There is no way that you can save me |
| It’s okay, go with him HaileyNowadays everybody wanna 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 |
| Nowadays everybody wanna 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 DreIf 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 C.D. |
| was out you wasn’t bumpin' me |
| But now that I got’s new 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 The ComptonI told em all |
| All them little gangstas |
| Who you think helped mould '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 offI 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 wit gats |
| When you were cuddled in the cabbage patchNowadays everybody wanna 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 |
| Nowadays everybody wanna 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 DreNowadays everybody wanna 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 |