Ya'll 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 ski's
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 ya'll think I'm gonna 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 o' G's?
Eazy-E's, Ice Cube's and D.O.C's and Snoop D O double G's
And a group that said, Muthafuck the police
Gave you a tape full of dope beats
The bomb weed stroll through in you hood
And when your album sales wasn't doin' too good
Who's the doc that he told you to go see?
Ya'll better listen up closely
All you niggas that said that I turned pop
Or the firm flop, ya'll are the reason Dre ain't been getting no sleep
So, fuck ya'll, all of ya'll, if ya'll don't like me, blow me
Ya'll are gonna keep fuckin' around wit 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 they lips
Just a buncha gibberish
And muthafuckas 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 buncha gibberish
And muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre
So what do you say to somebody you hate
Or anybody tryna bring trouble your way?
Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way
Just study your tape of NWA
One day I was walkin' by wit a walkman on
When I caught a guy givin' me an awkward eye
And 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 but I'm drunk as fuck
Right next to a humongous truck in a two car garage
Hoppin' out wit two broken legs, tryna walk it off
Fuck you too bitch, call the cops
I'ma kill you and them loud ass muthafuckin' barkin' dogs
And when the cops came through
Me and Dre stood next to a burnt down house
Wit a can full of gas and a hand full of matches and still one found out
From here on out it's the Chronic 2
Startin' today and tomorrow's the new
And I'm still loco and nutsto choke you to death wit a Charleston chew
Slim shady hotter then a set of twin babies
In a Mercedes Benz wit the windows up
And the temp goes up to the mid 80's, callin' men ladies
Sorry Doc, but I been crazy
There is no way that you can save me
It's okay, go with him Hailey
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
But nothin' comes out when they move they lips
Just a buncha gibberish
And muthafuckas 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 buncha gibberish
And muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre
If it was up to me, you muthafuckas would 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, 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 millenium 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
Knew that I was strapped wit gats
When you were cuddled wit cabbage patch
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
But nothin' comes out when they move they lips
Just a buncha gibberish
And muthafuckas 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 buncha gibberish
And muthafuckas 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 buncha gibberish
And muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre

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