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Ya'll 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
Haning up in the office in back of my house like trophies
But ya'll think i'm gonna let my dough freeze
Hoe please
You better bow on both knees
Who you think taught you to smoke trees
Who you think brought you the oldies
Easy-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
The bomb weed 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
Ya'll better listen up closely
All you niggas that said that i turned pop
Or the Firm Flop
Ya'll are the reason Dre ain't been getting no sleep
So fuck ya'll all of ya'll
If ya'll don't like me blow me
Ya'll are gonna keep fuckin around wit me
And turn me back to the old me
(Eminems bit 2x)
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 (what)?
Or anyone tryna bring trouble your way
(YUP)
Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way?
Then study your tape of N.W.A
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 tryin to park a Dodge
when 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'ma kill you and them loud ass muthafuckin
barkin dogs
And when the cops came through
Me and Dre stood next to a burnt down house
wit a can full of gas 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 wit a Charleston chew
Slim shady - hotter than a set of twin babies
in a Mercades Benz wit the Windows up
when the temp goes to the mid 80's
Callin men ladies
Sorry Doc but I been crazy
There is no way that you can save me
I'ts ok go with him Hailey (da - dah?)
(Eminem 2x)
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 whould stop comin
up to me
Wit your hands out lookin up to me
Like you whant somethin free
When my last cd was out
you wasn't bumpin me
But now i got this little company
Everybody wanna come to me like
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 gangster
Who you think helped mold
'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
with 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
Know that i was strapped with gats
When you were cuddlin a cabbage patch
(Eminem 3x)
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
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
Haning up in the office in back of my house like trophies
But ya'll think i'm gonna let my dough freeze
Hoe please
You better bow on both knees
Who you think taught you to smoke trees
Who you think brought you the oldies
Easy-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
The bomb weed 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
Ya'll better listen up closely
All you niggas that said that i turned pop
Or the Firm Flop
Ya'll are the reason Dre ain't been getting no sleep
So fuck ya'll all of ya'll
If ya'll don't like me blow me
Ya'll are gonna keep fuckin around wit me
And turn me back to the old me
(Eminems bit 2x)
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 (what)?
Or anyone tryna bring trouble your way
(YUP)
Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way?
Then study your tape of N.W.A
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 tryin to park a Dodge
when 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'ma kill you and them loud ass muthafuckin
barkin dogs
And when the cops came through
Me and Dre stood next to a burnt down house
wit a can full of gas 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 wit a Charleston chew
Slim shady - hotter than a set of twin babies
in a Mercades Benz wit the Windows up
when the temp goes to the mid 80's
Callin men ladies
Sorry Doc but I been crazy
There is no way that you can save me
I'ts ok go with him Hailey (da - dah?)
(Eminem 2x)
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 whould stop comin
up to me
Wit your hands out lookin up to me
Like you whant somethin free
When my last cd was out
you wasn't bumpin me
But now i got this little company
Everybody wanna come to me like
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 gangster
Who you think helped mold
'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
with 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
Know that i was strapped with gats
When you were cuddlin a cabbage patch
(Eminem 3x)
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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