Текст песни Forgot About Dre - From Ashes to New

Y'all know me, still the same OG
But I been low key
Hated on by most these jokers
With no cheese and 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 Cube's, and D.O.C.'s
The Snoop D-O-double-G's
And the group that said, "Motherfuck the police"
Gave you a tape full of dope 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 bitches that said that I turned pop
Or The Firm flopped
Y'all are the reason that 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 gon' keep fucking 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 motherfuckers 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 motherfuckers 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?
Just study a tape of N.W.A
One day I was walking by
With a Walkman on when I caught a guy
Gave me an awkward eye
And I strangled him up in the parking lot with his Karl Kani
I don't give a fuck if it's dark or not
I'm harder than me tryna park a Dodge
When I'm drunk as fuck
Right next to a humongous truck in a two-car garage
Hopping out with two broken legs
Tryna walk it off
Fuck you too, bitch, call the cops
I'mma kill you and them loud-ass motherfucking 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
So from here on out, it's the Chronic II
Starting today, tomorrow's anew
But I'm still loco enough
To choke you to death with a Charleston Chew
Slim Shady
Hotter than a set of twin babies
In a Mercedes Benz with the windows up
When the temp goes up to the mid-80s
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 motherfuckers 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 motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre

If it was up to me, you motherfuckers 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 weren'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 C-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
Tryna get this damn label off?
I ain't having that
This is the millennium of Aftermath
It ain't gon' be nothing 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 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 motherfuckers 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 motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre