[Dr. Dre] Y'all 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 skis 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 Hangin' up in the office in back of my house like trophies But 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 and Snoop D-O-Double G's? And a group that said motherfuck the police? Gave you a tape full of dope beats The bomb weed stroll through in your hood And when your album sales wasn't doin' too good Who's the doc that he told you to go see? Y'all better listen up closely All you niggas that said that I turned pop Or the firm flop y'all are the reason that Dre ain't been getting no sleep So fuck y'all, all of y'all, If y'all don't like me blow me Y'all are gonna keep fucking around wit' me and turn me back to the old me **[Eminem] 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 mother fuckers act like they forgot about Dre** [x2] [Eminem] 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 walking by wit' a walkman on When I caught a guy givin' me an awkward eye And I 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 tryna park a dodge when I'm drunk as fuck Right next to a humungous truck in a two care garage Hopin' out wit' two broken legs tryna walk it off Fuck you too bitch call the cops I'ma kill you and them loud ass mother fuckin' barkin' dogs And when the cops came through me and Dre stood next to a burned down house With a can full of gas and a 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 a new And I'm still loco enough to choke you to death with a Charleston chew Slim Shady - hotter than a set of twin babies In a Mercedes Benz wit' the windows up when the temp goes up to the mid 80's Callin' men ladies Sorry Doc but I been crazy There's no way that you can save me It's ok go with him Hailey (da-dah??) **Chorus** [x2] [Dr. Dre] If it was up to me you mother fuckers would stop comin' up to me Wit' your hands out looking up to me Like you want something 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 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 gangstas Who you think helped mould 'em all? Now you wanna run around talking '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 a lab wit' 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 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 know that I was strapped wit' ghats When you were cuddlin' a cabbage patch **Chorus** [x3] | ||||||
