Forgot About Dre (Explicit) - Dr. Dre/Eminem

Lyrics by：Andre R. Young/Melvin Bradford/Marshall Mathers

Composed by：Andre R. Young/Melvin Bradford/Marshall Mathers

Dr. Dre：

Y'all know me still the same OG

But I been low-key

Hated on by most these n***as

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 in back of 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 "Motherf**k the police"

Gave you a tape full of d**e beats

To bump when you stroll through in your hood

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

Who's the Doctor they told you to go see

Y'all better listen up closely

All you n***as that said that I turned pop or The Firm flopped

Y'all are the reason that Dre ain't been gettin' no sleep

So f**k y'all all of y'all

If y'all don't like me blow me

Y'all are gon' keep f**kin' around with me

And turn me back to the old me

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 motherf**kers 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 motherf**kers act like they forgot about Dre

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 f**k if it's dark or not

I'm harder than me tryna park a Dodge

When I'm drunk as f**k

Right next to a humongous truck in a two-car garage

Hoppin' out with two broken legs tryna walk it off

F**k you too b***h call the cops

I'ma kill you and them loud-a*s motherf**kin' 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

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 motherf**kers 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 motherf**kers act like they forgot about Dre

Dr. Dre：

If it was up to me you motherf**kers'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 d**n 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 f**k 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

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 motherf**kers 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 motherf**kers 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 motherf**kers act like they forgot about Dre