Dr. Dre () - Forgot About Dre 8D By Geroy Veka

Dr. Dre () - 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 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 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 ’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 me 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 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 Dre So 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 Kani I 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’ dogs And 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 chew Slim 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 Hailey 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 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 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 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 Compton I 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 off I 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 patch 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 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 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 Dre