♪ Y'all know me, still the same O.G., but I've been low-key Hated on by most these n****s 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'ma let my dough freeze? Please, you better bow down on both knees Who you think taught you trees? Who you think brought you the O.D.'s? Easy E's, Ice Cubes, and D.O.C.'s The Snoop D.O. double G's, and the group that sent the police Gave you a tape full of dope beats to bump 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 n****s that said that I turn pop, or the fern flop Y'all are the reason that Dre ain't been getting no sleep So f*** y'all, all of y'all If y'all don't like me Y'all are gonna keep f***ing 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 b****** that 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 b****** that they forgot about Dre So what do you say to somebody you hate? Or anyone trying to bring trouble your way? Want to resolve things in the blood of your way? Just study a tape of N.W.A. One day I was walking by with a Walkman on When I caught a guy giving me an awkward eye He looked the f*** them off in the parking lot But his car can hide I don't give a f*** if it's dark or not I'm harder than me trying to park a Dodge But I'm drunk as f*** Right next to a humongous truck in a two-car garage Hopping out with two broken legs trying to walk it off You too f*** call the cops I'mma f*** you when I'm not f***ing 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 handful of matches There's still one found out Right here So from here on out, it's a chronic tune Starting today and tomorrow's a new And I'm still local enough to f*** you The f*** with a Charleston truth 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 It's the 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 f*** that, 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 f*** that, like they forgot about Dre If it was up to me, you'd f*** stop 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 bumping 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 sold 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 and a pad Trying to get this f*** 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 f*** rap You can have it back So where's all the mad rappers at? It's like a jungle in a sabotage But all you savage cats know that I f*** with you When you were cuddling a cabbage patch Nowadays, everybody wanna talk Like they got somethin' to say But nothing comes out when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish And f*** that, they forgot about Dre Nowadays, everybody wanna talk Like they got somethin' to say But nothing comes out when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish And f*** that, they forgot about Dre Nowadays, everybody wanna talk Like they got somethin' to say But nothing comes out when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish And f*** that, they forgot about Dre