Forgot About Dre [Croatian translation]

[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

Hanging 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 "Fuck tha 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 niggas 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 are gonna keep fucking 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 walking 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, trying to walk it off

Fuck you too, bitch! Call the cops!

I'ma kill you and them loud-ass motherfuckin' 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 (Right here!)

From here on out, it's the Chronic II

Starting 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 coming up to me, with your hands out, looking 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 saying 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 cuddling 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

• Artist:Dr. Dre
• Album:2001