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Forgot About Dre Lyrics – Dr. Dre feat. Eminem

    Dr Dre Forgot about Dr Dre Lyrics in English - Featuring Eminem

    Forgot About Dre is a popular rap song by Dr. Dre featuring Eminem from the album 2001 (1999). It won the Grammy Award for Best Rap Performance by a Duo or Group (2001). Check words to Forgot About Dre song or Dr. Dre Forgot About Dre Lyrics in English below.

    Forgot About Dre Lyrics – Dr. Dre feat. Eminem 

    [Verse 1: Dr. Dre]
    Y’all know me, still the same OG
    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 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
    Hangin’ up in the office and back at my house like trophies
    Did y’all think I’ma 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
    The Snoop D-O-double-G’s
    And the group that said, “Motherfuck the 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 niggas 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 gon’ keep fuckin’ around with me and turn me back to the old me
    [Chorus: Eminem]
    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
    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

    [Verse 2: Eminem]
    So what do you say to somebody you hate (What?)
    Or anyone tryna bring trouble your way?
    Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way? (Yup)
    Just study a tape of N.W.A
    One day I was walkin’ by
    With a Walkman on, when I caught a guy
    Gave me an awkward eye (‘Chu lookin’ at?)
    And strangled him up in the parking 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
    When I’m drunk as fuck
    Right next to a humongous 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 them loud-ass motherfuckin’ 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 weren’t found out (Right here!)
    So from here on out, it’s the Chronic II
    Startin’ today and tomorrow’s anew
    And I’m still loco enough to choke you to death with a Charleston Chew
    Chicka-chicka-chicka Slim Shady
    Hotter than a set of twin babies
    In a Mercedes Benz with the windows up
    When the temp goes up to the mid-80s
    Callin’ men ladies
    Sorry Doc, but I been crazy
    There’s no way that you can save me
    It’s okay, go with him, Hailie (Dada?)
    [Chorus: Eminem]
    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
    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

    [Verse 3: Dr. Dre]
    If it was up to me, you motherfuckers’d 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 C-Compton! (Compton!)
    I told ’em all
    All ’em 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
    With a pen and a pad tryin’ to get this damn label off?
    I ain’t havin’ that
    This is the millennium 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 Mad Rappers at?
    It’s like a jungle in this habitat
    But all you savage cats know that I was strapped with gats
    While you were cuddlin’ a Cabbage Patch
    [Chorus: Eminem]
    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
    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

    [Outro: Eminem]
    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

     

    Writer(s): Dr. Dre, Eminem

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