Dr. Dre:
Ya'll know me, still same ol' G
With a bent. low key
Hated on by most these n****s
Wit' no G's, no deals, and O.G.'S
No wheels, and no keys, no boats,
no snow mobiles, wit' no skis
Mad at me cause I can finally afford
To provide my family wit' groceries
Got a crib wit' studio and it's all
full of tracks
To add to the wall full of plaques
Hangin' up in the office like trophies
Ya'll think I'm a let dough freeze, Hoe please
Who you think brought you the O.D.'s,
Eazy-E's, Ice Cubes, and D.O.C.'s
The Snoop D.O. double G's, and a group
that said mothaf**k tha police
Gave you a tape for the dopies, to bump
when strollin through ya hood
And when album sales wouldn't doin' to good
Who's the doctor they told you go see
Ya'll better listen up closely, all you
n****s that I turn pop on the fur flop
Ya'll are the reason that Dre ain't been gettin'
no sleep
So f**k ya'll all ya'll if ya'll don't like me
blow me
Ya'll gon' keep f**kin' round wit' me
And turn me back to old me
Chorus(Eminem):
Now days everybody wanna talk like they
got somethin' to say
But nuttin' comes out when they move
their lips
Just a bunch of gibberish and mothaf**kas
act like they forgot about Dre
Eminem:
So what do ya say to somebody you hate
Or anyone tryin' to bring trouble your way
Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way
Just study a tape of N.W.A.
One day I was walkin' by wit' a walkman
When I caught a guy give me an awkward eye
So I strangled him off in the parking lot
wit' his Karl Kani
I don't give a f**k if it's dark or not
It's not odder than me tryin' to park a dodge
While I'm drunk as f**k
Right next to a humungous truck and a two
car garage
Hoppin' out wit' two brokin' legs tryin' to
walk it off
F**k you too b**** call the cops
I'm a kill you and them loud a** mothaf**kin'
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 matches
And still one found out (Right here)
So from here on out it's the Chronic 2
Startin' today and tomorrow's a new
And I'm still loco enough to choke you to death
with a Charleston Chew
Jigga, Jigga, Jigga
Slim Shady, hotter than 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's no way that you can save me
It's o.k. go with him Halie (da-da)
Chorus:
Dr. Dre:
If it was up to me you mothaf**kers would
stop comin' wit' ya hands
Lookin' up to me like you want somethin' free
But when my last CD was out you wasn't bumpin'
me
But now that I got this lil' company everybody
want come to me
Like it was some disease but you won't get a quote
from me
Cause I'm from the streets of... COMPTON
Told ya'll them lil' gangstas
Who think help mold'em all now you walk around
Talkin' 'bout guns like I ain't got none
Whatcha think I sold'em all, cause I'm stabled off
Readin' mail all day sayin' Dre fell off
What cause I've been in the lab, wit' a pen and
a pad
Tryin' to get this damn label
I ain't havin' that, this is the millenium of Aftermath
There ain't gon' be nuttin' after that
So gimme one more platinum plaque and f**k rap you
can have it back
Where's all the mad rappers at, it's like a jungle
in this habitat
Cause you know I was strapped wit' gats when you were
cuddled in the cabbage patch
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