Y'all know me, still the same Og But I been low key Hated on by most these jokers With no cheese and 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 Hanging up in the office in back of my house like trophies Did y'all think I'mma 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-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 doing too good Who's the doctor they told you to go see? Y'all better listen up closely All you bitches that said that I turned pop Or The Firm flopped 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 gon' keep fucking around with me And turn me back to the old me
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 motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre 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 motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre
So what do you say to somebody you hate Or anyone tryna bring trouble your way? Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way? Just study a tape of N. W. A One day I was walking by With a Walkman on when I caught a guy Gave 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 tryna park a Dodge When I'm drunk as fuck Right next to a humongous truck in a two-car garage Hopping out with two broken legs Tryna walk it off Fuck you too, bitch, call the cops I'mma kill you and them loud-ass motherfucking barking 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 So from here on out, it's the Chronic Ii Starting today, tomorrow's anew But 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 Calling men ladies Sorry Doc, but I been crazy There's no way that you can save me It's okay, go with him, Hailie
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 motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre 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 motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre
If it was up to me, you motherfuckers would stop Coming up to me with your hands out Looking up to me like you want something free When my last Cd was out, you weren't bumping 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 I told 'em all All them little gangstas, who you think helped mold '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 saying 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 having that This is the millennium of Aftermath It ain't gon' 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 with gats While you were cuddling a Cabbage Patch
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 motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre 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 motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre