Текст песни Forgot About Dre (Instrumental Version) - Dr. Dre
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
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
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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9 The Next Episode (Instrumental Version)
10 Big Ego's (Instrumental Version)
11 What's the Difference (Instrumental Version)
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13 Fuck You (Instrumental Version)
14 Pause 4 Porno (Instrumental Version)
15 Some L.A. Niggaz (Instrumental Version)
16 Xxplosive (Instrumental Version)
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18 Lolo (Intro) (Instrumental Version)
19 Let's Get High (Instrumental Version)
20 Bar One (Instrumental Version)
21 Bang Bang (Instrumental Version)
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