Dr. Dre – Forgot About Dre (Guitar)

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[Verse 1]
Am                            Dm
Ya'll know me still the same OG
But I been low key
      F
Hated on by most these niggas

         E                               Am
With no cheese, no deals and no G's, no wheels and no keys

             Dm
No boats, no snowmobiles and no ski's

F
Mad at me cause

                           E
I can finally afford to provide my family with groceries

Am                                            Dm
Got a crib with a studio and it's all full of tracks

                           F
To add to the wall full of plaques hanging up in the office in 

E
back of my house like trophies

Am
But ya'll think I'm gonna let my dough freeze

Dm
Ho Please

                       F
You better bow down on both knees

                            E
Who you think taught you to smoke trees

                              Am
Who you think brought you the o' G's

         Dm                         F
Eazy-E's Ice Cube's and D.O.C's and Snoop D O double G's

                      E
And a group that said muthafuck the police

Am                                    Dm
Gave you a tape full of dope beats to bump
when stroll through in your hood
F
And when your album sales wasn't doing too good

          E
Who's the doc that they told you to go see

Am
Ya'll better listen up closely

Dm
All you niggas that said that I turned pop

F
Or the Firm flopped

                     E
ya'll are the reason Dre ain't been getting no sleep

   Am
So fuck ya'll all of ya'll

Dm
If ya'll don't like me blow me

F
Ya'll are gonna keep fucking around with me

    E
And turn me back to the old me
[Chorus] x2 (Eminem)
Am                                      Dm
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say

                                F
But nothing comes out when they move their lips
Just a bunch of gibberish
 E
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre
[Verse 2] (Eminem)
Am
So what do you say to somebody you hate

Dm
Or anybody tryna bring trouble your way

F
Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way

E
Just study your tape of NWA.

Am
One day I was walking by

Dm
With a Walkman on

                                 F
When I caught a guy giving me an awkward eye

                             E
And strangled him off in the parking lot with his Karl Kani

Am
I don't give a fuck if it's dark or not

Dm
I'm harder than me tryna park a Dodge

        F
But I'm drunk as fuck

                E
Right next to a humongous truck in a two car garage

Am                                     Dm
Hopping out with two broken legs tryna walk it off

                   F
Fuck you too bitch call the cops

                       E
I'ma kill you and them loud ass motherfucking barking dogs

Am
And when the cops came through

Dm
Me and Dre stood next to a burnt down house

       F
With a can full of gas and a hand full of matches

E
And still weren't found out

Am
From here on out it's the Chronic 2

Dm
Starting today and tomorrow's the new

        F
And I'm still loco enough

                E
To choke you to death with a Charleston chew
(Record scratch)
Am                              Dm
Slim shady hotter than a set of twin babies

              F
In a Mercedes Benz with the windows up

                  E
And the temp goes up to the mid 80's

        Am
Calling men ladies

                Dm
Sorry Doc but I been crazy

                         F
There is no way that you can save me

                E
It's OK go with him Hailie
[Chorus] (x2)
Am                                      Dm
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say

                                F
But nothing comes out when they move their lips
Just a bunch of gibberish
    E
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre

          Am                                            Dm
If it was up to me, you motherfuckers would stop coming up to me

                            F
With your hands out looking up to me, like you want something free

              E
When my last CD was out, you wasn't bumping me

    Am
But now that I got this little company

     Dm                                        F
Everybody wanna come to me like it was some disease
But you won't get a crumb from me
            E
'Cause I'm from the streets of Compton

  Am
I told 'em all, all them little gangstas

Dm
Who you think helped mold 'em all

              F                                             E
Now you wanna run around talking bout guns like I ain't got none

                                       Am
What you think I sold 'em all, cause I stay well off

                      Dm
Now all I get is hate mail all day saying Dre fell off

F                                             E
What cause I been in the lab with a pen and a pad
Tryin' to get this damn label off
        Am                                     Dm
I ain't havin' that, this is the millennium of Aftermath

                          F
It ain't gonna be nothin' after that

                               E                                       
So give me one more platinum plaque and fuck rap, you can have it back

Am                                 
So where's all the Mad Rappers at

Dm
It's like a jungle in this habitat

             F
But all you savage cats

                               E
Know that I was strapped with gats
While you were cuddling a Cabbage Patch [Chorus] (x2)
Am                                      Dm
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say

                                F
But nothing comes out when they move their lips
Just a bunch of gibberish
    E
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre