EMINEM ft Dr. Dre - Forgot about Dre LIVE [RARE VIDEO] 1999 HD

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    [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 in back of 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 Cubes, and D.O.C's, the Snoop D-O-double-G's
    And the group that said "Mothafuck 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 gonna keep fuckin' around with me
    And turn me back to the old me
    [Hook: 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
    Or anyone tryin' to bring trouble your way?
    Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way?
    Just study a tape of N.W.A
    One day I was walkin' by
    With a Walkman on, when I caught a guy
    Give me an awkward eye
    And I 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 tryin' to 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, tryin' to 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
    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?)
    [Hook: 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 3: Dr. Dre]
    If it was up to me, you motherfuckers would 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, I told 'em all
    All them 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 gonna 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
    [Hook: 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
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