Forgot About Dre Songtext
von Dr. Dre

Y′all know me, still the same O.G, 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
Hanging up in the office in back of my house like trophies
Did y'all think I′ma 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 Cubes, 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 doing 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 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 fucking around with me and turn me back to the old me


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 motherfuckers 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 motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre

So what do you say to somebody you hate? (What?)
Or anyone tryna bring trouble your way
Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way
Then just study a tape of N.W.A.
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 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
Hopping out with two broken legs trying to walk it off
Fuck you too bitch, call the cops
I'ma kill you and them loud-ass motherfucking barking 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 handful 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 motherfuckers 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 motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre

If it was up to me, you motherfuckers 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 tryin' to get this damn label off

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 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 cuddling a Cabbage Patch

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 motherfuckers 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 motherfuckers 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 motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre