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Y'all know me still the same ol' G But I been low key Hated on by most these n**gas Wit no cheese, no deals and no Gs, 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 of my house like trophies Did y'all think I'm gonna let my dough freeze Ho, please You better bow down on both knees Who'd ya think taught you to smoke trees? Who'd ya think brought you the ODs? Eazy-Es, Ice Cubes and DOCs, the Snoop D O double Gs And the group that said muthaf**k the police Gave you a tape full of dope beats To pump when you stroll through in you 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 n**gas that said that I turned pop Or the Firm flopped Y'all are the reason Dre ain't been getting no sleep So f**k y'all, all of ya'll If y'all don't like me, blow me Y'all are gonna keep f**kin' around with me And turn me back to the old me Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got something to say But nothin' comes out when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish And muthaf**kas act like they forgot about Dre Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got something to say But nothin' comes out when they move they lips Just a bunch of gibberish And muthaf**kas 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 NWA One day I was walkin' by With a walkman on When I caught a guy gimme an awkward eye So I strangled him off in the parkin' lot wit' his Karl Kani I don't give a f**k if it's dark or not I'm harder than me tryna park a Dodge When I'm drunk as f**k Right next to a humungous truck in a two-car garage Hoppin' out with two broken legs tryna walk it off F**k you too bitch call the cops I'ma kill you and them loud ass muthaf**kin' 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 handful of matches And still weren't found out (right here!) From here on out it's the Chronic 2 Startin today, and tomorrow's the new And I'm still loco enough to choke you to death wit' a CharlestonChew Chica Chica Chica 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 80z Callin' men ladies Sorry Doc, but I been crazy There's no way that you can save me It's ok, go with him, Hailie (dada?) Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got something to say But nothin' comes out when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish And motherf**kers act like they forgot about Dre Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got something to say But nothin' comes out when they move they lips Just a bunch of gibberish And muthaf**kas act like they forgot about Dre If it was up to me You muthaf**kas stop comin' up to me Wit' 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 and talk about 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 wit' a pen and a pad Tryna get this damn label off I ain't havin' that This is the millennium of Aftermath Ain't gonna be nothin' after that So give me one more platinum plaque and f**k 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 gats When you were cuddlin' a cabbage patch Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got something to say But nothin' comes out when they move they lips Just a bunch of gibberish And muthaf**kas act like they forgot about Dre Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got something to say But nothin' comes out when they move they lips Just a bunch of gibberish And muthaf**kas act like they forgot about Dre Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got something to say But nothin' comes out when they move they lips Just a bunch of gibberish And muthaf**kas act like they forgot about Dre; Shut the f**k up