Track byStudio Allstars
Ya'll know me still the same OG 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 ski's 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 But ya'll 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 o' G's 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 stroll through in your hood And when your album sales wasn't doing too good Who's the doc that they told you to go see Ya'll better listen up closely All you niggas that said that I turned pop Or the Firm flopped 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 fucking around with me And turn me back to the old me [Chorus: x2] 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 anybody tryna bring trouble your way Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way Just study your tape of NWA. One day I was walking by With a Walkman on When I caught a guy giving me an awkward eye And strangled him off 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 But 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'ma 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 From here on out it's the Chronic 2 Starting today and tomorrow's the new And I'm still loco enough To choke you to death with a Charleston chew [Record scratch] Slim shady hotter than a set of twin babies In a Mercedes Benz with the windows up And the temp goes up to the mid 80's Calling men ladies Sorry Doc but I been crazy There is no way that you can save me It's OK go with him Hailie [Chorus: x2] 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 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 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 having that This is the millennium of Aftermath It ain't gonna 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 Knew that I was strapped with gats When you were cuddling a cabbage patch [Chorus: x3] 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