Y'all know me, still the same O.G. but I been low key
Hated on by most these ^!$$%s 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
Did y'all think I'ma let my dough freeze? Hoe 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 mother "$#&@ 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 ^!$$%z that said that I turned pop, or the Firm flopped
Y'all are the reason that Dre ain't been gettin' no sleep
So $#&@ y'all, all of y'all, if y'all don't like me, blow me

Y'all are gonna keep $#&@in' around wit me
And turn me back to the old me


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 mother$#&@ers 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 mother$#&@ers act like they forgot about Dre


So what do you say to somebody you hate
Or anyone tryin' to bring trouble your way?
Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way?

Then just study a tape of N.W.A.
One day I was walkin' by, wit a Walkman on
When I caught a guy give me an awkward eye,

And strangled him off in the parkin' lot wit his Karl Kani
I don't give a $#&@ if it's dark or not
I'm harder than me tryin' to park a Dodge when I'm drunk as $#&@

Right next to a humungous truck in a two car garage
Hoppin' out wit two broken legs, tryin' to walk it off like
"$#&@ you too (*##$, call the cops"

I'ma kill you and them loud $$# mother$#&@in' 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 weren't found out
So 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 Charleston Chew
Slim Shady, hotter then 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 okay, go with him Hailey

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 mother$#&@ers 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 mother$#&@ers act like they forgot about Dre

If it was up to me, you muh'$#&@ers 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 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 wit 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 gon' be nothin' after that
So give me one more platinum plaque

And $#&@ rap, you can have it back
So where's all the Madd 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 somethin' to say
But nothin' comes out when they move their lips
Just a bunch of gibberish

And mother$#&@ers act like they forgot about Dre
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say
But nothin' comes out when they move their lips
Just a bunch of gibberish
And mother$#&@ers 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 mother$#&@ers act like they forgot about Dre