LYRICS
Dr DRE
Forgot About Dre
Artist: Dr. Dre f/ Eminem Album: Dr. Dre 2001 Song: Forgot About Dre [Dr Dre] 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 [chorus] x2 [Eminem] 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 [Eminem] 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 walkmen 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 humungous 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 wern't found out From here on out it's the Chronic 2 Startin today and tomorrows the new And I'm still loco and nuts To choke you to death wit a Charleston chew <Record scratch> 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 ok go with him Hailey [chorus] x2 [Dr 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 [Chorus] x3
Artist: Dr. Dre f/ Snoop Dogg Album: Dr. Dre 2001 Song: Still D.R.E. [Snoop] Still Snoop Dogg and D-R-E (Guess who's back) Still, still doing that shit, right? [Dr. Dre] Oh for sho', check me out It's still Dre Day, A.K. Before I chrome the lot, can't keep it home a lot Cause when I frequent the spots that I'm known to rock You hear the bass from the trunk when I'm on the block Ladies, they pay homage, but haters say Dre fell off How? My last album was "The Chronic" They want to know if he still got it They say rap's changed, they want to know how I feel about it [Snoop - singing] If you ain't up on pace [Dr. Dre] Dr. Dre is the name, I'm ahead of my game Still, puffing my leafs, still with the beats Still not loving police (Uh huh) Still rock my khakis with a cuff and a crease Still got love for the streets, repping 213 Still the beat bangs, still doing my thang Since I left, ain't too much changed, still Chorus: [Snoop Dogg] I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world Still hitting them corners in them low low's girl [Dr. Dre] Still taking my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E (Repeat 2x) Since the last time you heard from me I lost a friend Well, hell, me and Snoop, we dipping again Kept my ear to the streets, signed Eminem He's triple platinum, doing 50 a week Still, stay close to the heat And even when I was close to defeat, I rose to my feet My life is like a soundtrack I wrote to the beat Treat my rap like Cali weed, I smoke til I sleep Wake up in the A.M., compose a beat I bring the fire til you're soaking in your seat It's not a fluke, it's been tried, I'm the troop It's "Turn Out the Lights" from the World Class Wreckin' Cru I'm still at it, After-mathematic In the home of drivebys and ak-matics Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic I dip through then I get skin, D-R-E Chorus It ain't nothing but more hot shit Another classic CD for y'all to vibe with Whether you're cooling on a corner with your fly bitch Laid back in the shack, play this track I'm representing for the gangstas all across the world (Still hitting them corners in them low low's girl) I'll break your neck, damn near put your face in your lap Try to be the king but the ace is back [Snoop - singing] So if you ain't up on thangs [Dr. Dre] Dr. Dre be the name still running the game Still got it wrapped like a mummy Still ain't tripping, love to see young blacks get money Spend time out the hood, take they moms out the hood Hit my boys off with jobs, no more living hard Barbeques every day, driving fancy cars Still gon' get mine regardless Chorus x1.5 [Snoop] Like that, right back up in ya '95 plus four pennies Add that shit up, D-R-E right back on top of thangs Smoke some with your dog No stress, no seeds, no sims, no sticks! Some of that real sticky icky icky A little weed, put it in the air For you's a fool D.R.
JA RULE
Hallo Hallo
Ja Rule: Chorus: (2X) (Holla Holla) All my niggaz thats ready to get (Dollaz Dollaz) Bitches know who can get em a little (Hotta Hotta) Come on, If you rollin' wit me (Follow Follow) Its Murda.. Verse 1: Think you fuckin' wit Ja, Nada Watcha wanna go Dolla for Dolla??? (Holla Holla) My niggaz is (Hotta Hotta) Fucks plenty bitches, and dug bitches for petty niggaz You look in me eyes and tell me they style aint ridiculous (Bitches Bitches) Pop da pussy and bounce like (Hit it Hit it) Sure if your favorite is long (Get it Get it) Baby Baby Dont you wanna leave tonite and fuck with me Cause we really need to be freaking off at any cost Its on me, if you married, then get a divorce When I hits it, some women get twisted Have em' twitchin', like "Damn look what the dick did" I just wanna hit it the worst way, right after a long day And put the puss on lay-a-way, Heard me? Im that, Dirty nigga that get you hot, and heat it Baby girl if you wanted ass, why dont you eat it? Chorus: Repeat 2x Verse 2: Let me holla at my true thugs If niggas want war, bust slugs Nigga, what? Im hotta hotta and just cant be touched Plus, anybody that fucks with me, gonna get felt How many want it? Determines how the slugs get dealt Cuz I (Spit em' Spit em') Choke them niggas like roaches and then (Clip em' Clip em) Long as Im alive, Ima (Hit em' Hit em') Respect mines, to the day of my demise Dont fuck with me, cuz the flow's (Killa Killa) Whoever eva who wants it? Its yours, now your gonna (Get it Get it) (Feela Feela) Nigga full of holes Treat em' like hoes, and show no love to them homo thugs Its us you wanna fuck with As soon as them slugs skip from body to body Go from grave to bit I dont respect it, plus niggas commited treason Who want it with Ja? Who ready to die breathing? Chorus: Repeat 2x Verse 3: Ja baby, one of the many, many niggas who sip Henny With the the two seaters, sittin on twenties I, I be wit running in, running out Then, thou bestow hit em' up, gun em' down Niggaz aint ready for Ja, any way, any how I give it give it to niggaz, claimin' that they live it Real (Niggaz Niggaz) brandish the iron and flash Like (Hold this Hold this) when you got nothing to live for Notice, niggaz be hot, and more explosive Focus, ready to rip em' up with the dope, this My life, niggaz is frontin', and stuntin' for nothing Better act right, fore' I spark and dim your lights?? Im a hazard, to niggaz, a bastard To bitches, when in doubt, go for stealth, and clap the finish Anything movin' rightfully hit for wrong doin' I'ma follow and enourage all my niggaz to WHAT?!? Chorus: Repeat until the end
