Eminem, Dr. Dre - Forgot About Dre (Explicit) ft. Hittman Edit

All you ****az that said that I turned pop

And motherfuckers act like they Forgot About Dre

And motherfuckers act like they Forgot About Dre

And motherfuckers act like they Forgot About Dre

And motherfuckers act like they Forgot About Dre

And no ski's

And strangled him off in the parkin' lot

And turn me back to the old me

And when the cops came through

And when your album sales wasn't doin' too good

But all you savage cats know that I was strapped wit' gats

But nothin' comes out when they move their lips

But nothin' comes out when they move their lips

But nothin' comes out when they move their lips

But nothin' comes out when they move their lips

But nothin' comes out when they move their lips

But now that I got this little company

But you won't get a crumb from me

Callin' men, ladies, sorry Doc but I been crazy

Did y'all think I'ma let my dough freeze? Ho, please

From here on out it's the Chronic 2

Hangin' up in the office in back of my house like trophies

Hated on by most these ****az wit' no cheese

Hoppin' out wit' two broken legs, tryin' to walk it off

I ain't havin' that, this is the millenium of Aftermath

I told 'em all, all them little gangstas

I'm harder than me tryin' to park a Dodge

I'ma kill you and them loud ass motherfuckin' barkin' dogs

If it was up to me

In a Mercedes Benz wit the windows up

It's like a jungle in this habitat

It's okay, go with him Hailie

Just a bunch of gibberish

Just a bunch of gibberish

Just a bunch of gibberish

Mad at me 'cause I can finally afford to provide my family

No deals and no G's

Now you wanna run around talkin' 'bout guns like I ain't got none

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say

One day I was walkin' by, wit' a Walkman on

Or anyone tryin' to bring trouble your way?

Or The Firm flopped

So give me one more platinum plaque

So where's all the Madd Rappers at?

Startin' today and tomorrow's the new

There's no way that you can save me

To bump when you stroll through in your hood

To choke you to death wit' a Charleston Chew

Tryin' to get this damn label off?

What 'cause I been in the lab wit' a pen and a pad

When I'm drunk as fuck

When the temp goes up to the mid 80's

When you were cuddlin' a Cabbage Patch

Who you think helped mold 'em all?

Who you think taught you to smoke trees?

Who's the Doctor they told you to go see?

Wit' a can full of gas and a hand full of matches

Wit' his Karl Kani

Wit' your hands out lookin' up to me

With groceries

You better bow down on both knees

'Cause I stay well off

"Fuck you too bitch, call the cops"

(Compton)

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