Full Lyrics
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 in back of my house
Like trophies
Did y'all think I'ma let my dough freeze?
Hoe, 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-G's and the group that said
"Motherfuck the police!"
Gave you a tape full of dope beats to bump
When you stroll through in your hood
And when your album sales 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
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
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
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 handful 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?)
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
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
Tryna 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
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
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