Forgot About Dre [Mixed]

[Chorus: Eminem] Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say But nothin' 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 somethin' to say But nothin' comes out when they move their lips, just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre [Verse 1: Eminem] So what do you say to somebody you hate (What?) Or anyone tryna bring trouble your way? Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way? (Yup) Just study a tape of N.W.A One day, I was walkin' by With a Walkman on, when I caught a guy Gavе me an awkward eye (What you lookin' at?) And stranglеd 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 Hoppin' out with two broken legs, tryna walk it off Fuck you too, bitch, call the cops I'ma kill you and them loud-ass motherfuckin' 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) So from here on out, it's the Chronic II Startin' today and tomorrow's anew And I'm still loco enough to choke you to death with a Charleston Chew Chicka-chicka-chicka 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-eighties Callin' men ladies Sorry Doc, but I been crazy There's no way that you can save me It's okay, go with him, Hailie (Dada?) [Chorus: Eminem] Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say But nothin' 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 somethin' to say But nothin' comes out when they move their lips, just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre [Verse 2: Dr. Dre] If it was up to me, you motherfuckers'd stop Comin' up to me with your hands out Lookin' up to me like you want somethin' free When my last CD was out, you wasn'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 'em little gangstas, who you think helped mold 'em all? Now you wanna run around talkin' '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 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 millennium of Aftermath It ain't gon' 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 While you were cuddlin' a Cabbage Patch [Chorus: Eminem] Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say But nothin' 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 somethin' to say But nothin' comes out when they move their lips, just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre