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      Forgot About Dre

      Dr. Dre

      Album: 2001

      Dr. Dre - Forgot About Dre Música y Letra, MP3 GRATIS

      [Dr Dre]
      Ya'll 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 ya'll think I'm gonna 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 Cube's and D.O.C's and Snoop D O double G's
      And a group that said muthafuck the police
      Gave you a tape full of dope beats
      The bomb weed 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
      Ya'll better listen up closely
      All you niggas that said that I turned pop
      Or the the Firm flop
      ya'll are the reason Dre ain't been getting no sleep
      So fuck ya'll all of ya'll
      If ya'll don't like me blow me
      Ya'll are gonna keep fuckin around wit me
      And turn me back to the old me
      
      [Chorus] (2x) (Eminem)
      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
      
      
      [Eminem]
      So what do you say to somebody you hate (what?)
      Or anyone tryna bring trouble your way (YUP)
      Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way?
      Then study your tape of N.W.A.
      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 tryin to park a Dodge
      when 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'ma kill you and them loud ass muthafuckin barkin dogs
      And when the cops came through
      Me and Dre stood next to a burnt down house
      wit a can full of gas and a hand full of matches
      And still weren't found out (RIGHT HERE)
      From here on out it's the Chronic 2
      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
      when the temp goes up to the mid 80's
      Callin men ladies
      Sorry Doc but I been crazy
      There is no way that you can save me
      It's ok go with him Hailey (da-dah??)
      
      [Chorus] (2x)
      
      [Dr 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 cd was out you wasn'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 (Compton, 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 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
      Know that I was strapped wit gats
      When you were cuddlin a cabbage patch
      
      [Chorus] (3x)[Eminem]
      So what do you say to somebody you hate (what?)
      Or anyone tryna bring trouble your way (YUP)
      Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way?
      Then study your tape of N.W.A.
      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 tryin to park a Dodge
      when 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'ma kill you and them loud ass muthafuckin barkin dogs
      And when the cops came through
      Me and Dre stood next to a burnt down house
      wit a can full of gas and a hand full of matches
      And still weren't found out (RIGHT HERE)
      From here on out it's the Chronic 2
      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
      when the temp goes up to the mid 80's
      Callin men ladies
      Sorry Doc but I been crazy
      There is no way that you can save me
      It's ok go with him Hailey (da-dah??)
      
      [Chorus] (2x)
      
      [Dr 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 cd was out you wasn'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 (Compton, 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 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
      Know that I was strapped wit gats
      When you were cuddlin a cabbage patch
      
      [Chorus] (3x)

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