Dr. Dre – Forgot About Dre ft. Eminem

Download another hot old mp3 free audio song by Dr. Dre and this amazing music is titled “Forgot About Dre ft. Eminem”.

Actually this amazing music is popped out of an old album which is titled ‘2001’ and it was released in the year 1999.

 

Music Video below!.

 

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Lyrics

 

Y’all 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 y’all think I’m gonna let my dough freeze

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

To bump when you 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?

Y’all better listen up closely

All you niggas that said that I turned pop

Or the Firm flop

Y’all are the reason Dre ain’t been getting no sleep

So fuck y’all, all of y’all

If y’all don’t like me, blow me

Y’all are gonna keep fuckin’ around wit me

And turn me back to the old me

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

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

So what do you say to somebody you hate

Or anybody tryna bring trouble your way

Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way

Just study your tape of NWA

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 tryna park a dodge

But 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’m a kill you and them

Loud ass muthafuckin barkin’ dogs

And when the cops came through me

Dre stood next to a burnt down house

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

They still wouldn’t found out

From here on out it’s the chronic two

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

And the temp goes up to the mid 80’s

Callin’ men, ladies

Sorry Doc, but I’ve been crazy

There is no way that you can save me

It’s okay, go with him Hailey

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

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

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 C.D. was out you wasn’t bumpin’ me

But now that I got’s new 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 The Compton

I told em all

All them little gangstas

Who you think helped mould ’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

Knew that I was strapped wit gats

When you were cuddled in the cabbage patch

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

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

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

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