Y’all know me
Still the same ol’ G
But I been low key
Hated on by most these n****s with no cheese
No deals and no Gs
No wheels and no keys
No boats, no snowmobiles and no ski’s
Mad at me ‘cause I could 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
Hangin’ up in the office in back of my house like trophies
But y’all think I’mma let my dough freeze
H** please, you better bow down on both knees
Who you think taught you to smoke trees
Who you think brought you the oldies
Eazy-Es Ice Cubes and D.O.C.s
The Snoop D-O double Gs
And a group that said, “Motherf*** the police”
Gave you a tape full of dope beats
The bomb when you stroll through in your hood
And when your album sales wadn’t doin’ too good
Who’s the doctor they told you to go see
Y’all better listen up closely
All you n****s that said that I turned Pop
Or the firm flopped
Y’all know the reason Dre ain’t been gettin’ no sleep
So f*** y’all. all o’ y’all
If ya’ll don’t like me, blow me
Y’all are gonna keep f***in’ around with me
And turn me back to the old me
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got some’in’ to say
But nothin’ comes out when they move they’re lips
Just a buncha gibberish
And mothaf***ers act like they forgot about Dre
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got some’in’ to say
But nothin’ comes out when they move they’re lips
Just a buncha gibberish
And mothaf***ers act like they forgot about Dre
So what do you say to somebody you hate
Or anyone tryin’ to bring trouble your way
Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way
Then study your tape of N.W.A.
One day I was walkin’ by with a Walkman on
When I caught a guy givin’ me an awkward eye
Should have strangled him off in the parkin lot with his Karl Kani
I don’t give a f*** if it’s dark or not
I’m harder than me tryin’ to park a Dodge
When I’m drunk as f*** right next to a humungus truck in a two car garage
Hoppin’ out with two broken legs tryin’ to walk it off
F*** you too, b****, call the cops
I’mma kill you and them loud a** motherf***in’ barkin’ 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 (Right here)
From here on out it’s the Chronic 2
Startin’ today and tomorrow’s the new
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
Callin’ men ladies
Sorry Doc but I been crazy
There’s no way that you can save me
It’s okay go with him, Haley
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got some’in’ to say
But nothin’ comes out when they move they’re lips
Just a buncha gibberish
And mothaf***ers act like they forgot about Dre
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got some’in’ to say
But nothin’ comes out when they move they’re lips
Just a buncha gibberish
And mothaf***ers act like they forgot about Dre
If it was up to me, you motherf***ers would stop comin’ up to me
With your hands out lookin’ up to me like you want some’in’ free
When my last CD was out you wadn’t bumpin’ 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, Compton)
I told ‘em all, all them little gangsters
Who you think helped mold ‘em all
Now you wanna run around, 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 with a pen and a pad
Tryin’ to 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 f*** 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
When you were cuddlinh a cabbage patch
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got some’in’ to say
But nothin’ comes out when they move they’re lips
Just a buncha gibberish
And mothaf***ers act like they forgot about Dre
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got some’in’ to say
But nothin’ comes out when they move they’re lips
Just a buncha gibberish
And mothaf***ers act like they forgot about Dre
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got some’in’ to say
But nothin’ comes out when they move they’re lips
Just a buncha gibberish
And motherf***ers act like they forgot about Dre
