Forget About Dre-Drew Tufton

歌手 : Drew Tufton
语种 : 英语
时长 : 03:54

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TXT Forget About Dre-Drew Tufton 文本歌词

Forget About Dre - Drew Tufton
Written by:Andre Romell Young/Marshall Mathers/Melvin Bradford
Y'all know me still the same O G 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
Did y'all think I'mma 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 cubes 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 wasn't doing too good
Who's the doctor they told you to go see
Y'all better listen up closely all you niggas that said that I turned pop
Or the firm flopped y'all are the reason that dre ain't been getting no sleep
So f**k y'all all of y'all if y'all don't like me blow me
Y'all 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
Or anyone tryna bring trouble your way
Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way
Then just study a tape of N W A
One day I was walking by
With a walkman on
When I caught a guy
Give me an awkward eye
And I 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
Hopping out with two broken legs
Trying to walk it off
F**k you too b**ch call the cops
I'mma kill you and them loud a** motherf**king barking 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
From here on out it's the chronic ii
Starting today and tomorrow's anew
And I'm still loco enough to choke you to death with a Charleston chew
Slim shady hotter then a set of twin babies
In a Mercedes Benz with the windows up
When the temp goes up to the mid 80's
Calling men ladies sorry doc but I been crazy
There's no way that you can save me it's okay go with him hailie
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 talking 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 saying dre fell off
What cause I been in the lab with a pen and a pad
Tryin' to get this damn label off
I ain't havin' 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
Know that I was strapped with gats
While 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