♪ Y'all know me, still the same O.G., but I've 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 a salvo of tracks To add to the wall full of plaques Hanging up in the office and back of my house like trophies Did y'all think I would 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 to O.D.'s? Easy E's, Ice Cubes, and D.O.C.'s This group, D.O.W.G.'s, and the group that said, Motherfuck the police Gave you a tape full of dope beats To pump when you strolled through in your hood And when your album sales wasn't doing too good Who's the doc that he told you to go see? Y'all better listen up closely All you niggas that said that I turned pop Or the fern flop 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 Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say But nothing 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 something to say But nothing comes out when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre So what do you say to somebody you hate? Or anyone trying to bring trouble your way? One of his off things in the blood of your way? Just study your tape of N.W.A. One day I was walking by With a Walkman on When I caught a guy Gave me an awkward eye He looked and strangled him off in the parking lot But his car could not I don't give a fuck if it's dark or not I'm harder than me trying to park a Dodge When I'm drunk as fuck Right next to a humongous truck In a two-car garage Hopping 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 motherfucking barking dogs And when the cops came to me And Dre stood next to a burnt-down house With a can full of gas And a handful of matches It still wasn't found out Right here So from here on out, it's the chronic tune Starting the day And tomorrow's a new And I'm still loco enough to chuck you to death With a Charleston tune Chicka-chicka-chicka Slim shady Hotter than a set of twin babies And a Mercedes Benz with the windows up When the temp goes up to the mid-80s Calling men ladies Sorry, doc, but I've been crazy There's no way that you can save me It's okay, go with him, Haley Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got something to say But nothing 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 something to say But nothing comes out when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre That dude was up to me You motherfuckers stopped coming up to me With your hands out, looking up to me Like you want something free When my last CD was out, you wasn't pumping 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 them all All them little gangstas Who you think helped mold them all? Now you wanna run around talking about guns Like I ain't got none What you think I told them all? Cause I stay well off Now all I get is hate mail All day saying Dre fell off What, cause I've been in the lab With a pen in the pad Trying to get this damn label off I ain't having that This is the millennium of aftermath It ain't gonna be nothing 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 gas When you were cuddling a cabbage patch Nowadays, everybody wanna talk Like they got something to say But nothing comes out when they move they lips Just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre Nowadays, everybody wanna talk Like they got something to say But nothing comes out when they move they lips Just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre Nowadays, everybody wanna talk Like they got something to say But nothing comes out when they move they lips Just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre