Part 1 Dre
Part 2 Eminem
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Ya'll 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
Hanging up in the office
in back of my house
like trophies
But ya'll 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 D.O.C's,
the Snoop D O double G's
And a group that said
motherf k the police?
Gave you a tape full of dope beats
To bump
when ya stroll through in your hood
And when your album sales
wasn't doing too good
Who's the doc that they told you
to go see?
Ya'll better listen up
closely
All you niggas that said that I
turned pop
Or the Firm flopped
ya'll are the reason Dre
ain't been getting no sleep
So f k ya'll
all of ya'll
If ya'll don't like me
blow me
Ya'll are gonna keep
f king 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 motherf kers 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 motherf kers 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
Just study your tape
of NWA.
One day
I was walking by
With a Walkman on
When I caught a guy
give me an awkward eye
(what you looking at?)
And strangled him off
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
But I'm drunk as f k
Right ne t to a humongous truck
in a two car garage
Hopping out
with two broken
legs tryna walk it off
F k you too, bitch,
call the cops
I'ma kill you
and them loud ass
motherf king barking dogs
And when the cops came through
Me and Dre
stood ne t to a burnt down house
With a can full of gas
anda hand full of matches
And still weren't found out
(Right Here)
so from here on out
it's the Chronic 2
Starting today
and tomorrow's the new
And I'm still loco enough
To choke you to death
with a Charleston chew
Record scratch
Slim shady
hotter than
a set of twin babies
In a Mercedes
Benz with the windows up
And the temp goes up
to the mid 80's
Calling men ladies
Sorry Doc
but I been crazy
There is no way
that you can save me
It's OK
go with him Hailie
(Dadda?)
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 motherf kers 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 motherf kers act
like they forgot about Dre
If it was up to me
You motherf kers 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
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
with a pen and a pad
Tryna get this damn label off
I ain't having that
This is the millennium of Aftermath
It ain't gonna be nothing 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
Knew that I was strapped with gats
When 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 motherf kers 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 motherf kers 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 motherf kers act
like they forgot about Dre
