Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Forgot About Dre - Cover, artist - From Ashes to New.
Date of issue: 12.08.2021
Song language: English
Forgot About Dre - Cover |
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 |