[Part I]
[Verse 1: Dr. Dre]
Y'all 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 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
Hangin' up in the office and back at my house like trophies
Did y'all think I'ma 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-Gs
And the group that said, "Motherfuck the police"
Gave you a tape full of dopе beats
To bump when you stroll through in your hood
And when your album salеs wasn't doin' too good
Who's the Doctor they told you to go see?
Y'all better listen up closely
All you niggas that said that I turned pop or The Firm flopped
Y'all are the reason that Dre ain't been gettin' no sleep
So fuck y'all, all of y'all!
If y'all don't like me, blow me
Y'all are gon' keep fuckin' around with me and turn me back to the old me
[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: 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
Gave me an awkward eye ('Chu lookin' at?)
And strangled him up in the parking lot with his Karl Kani
[Skit: Eminem, Unnamed Woman & Jane Yamamoto]
*car crashes*
Fella, I know you!
Hey, fuck you, you stupid bitch!
Shame on you! (Shut the fuck up)
Uh-uh-ahhhh! (Fuckin' little piece of shit)
What are you doing on my lawn? Put it back!
Shut up, bitch!
This is a shame! If you don't stop peeing in my yard— (So bad for you)
I'm embarrassed for you!
Now you and whoever your hoodlums, you are ruining my sleep and my baby pie isn't waking up because you woke him up to do it always again!
You are never gonna—
We are just in front of the house where the fire broke out in upscale neighborhood, as you can see (Ahhh! My dog! My house! My dog!)
This elderly woman appears to be the victim in all of this, very distraught
And this gentleman here, he claims to have seen it all happen
Can you tell me your name, sir?
Yeah, all I know is I'm upstairs, I'm listening to my Will Smith CD
Then I seen all these flames going everywhere, you know what I'm saying? (*indistinct*)
Hold on a minute, bitch! (You're destroying the microphone)
Hey, hold on a minute! All right, yo (That is enough)
Detroit, what! Detroit, what! (Okay, okay, thank you, sir)
Detroit, baby! (That is the latest from press to shoot, reporting live for news Channel 8)
I'm Jane Yamamoto, reporting back to you, Steve
[Verse 3: Eminem]
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-80s
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 4: 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 C-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
[Outro: Eminem & Dr. 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 (Who's next?)
[Part II]
[Verse: Hittman & Dr. Dre]
Comin' in stompin', it's Hitt' from Bronson
In collaboration with Dre from Compton
Huh, I came to say a little somethin' (Hittman), what? (2000)
Hittman, at your service
Highly intensive tongue talents makin' all nervous
Y'all fakin', I'm 409 with my rhymes, all purpose
Y'all hatin', popped up with Dre, y'all nervous
Y'all waitin', anticipatin' my arrival, California survivalist
Smash on any man, rival this
Blast on anyone who don't ride with Hitt'
Y'all better buy my ish
[Outro: Dr. Dre]
Hittman, 2000
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