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10-30-2007, 12:56 AM
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YALL KNOW ME, STILL THE SAME OL G
But I been low key
Hated on by most these [censored] Wit no cheese, no deals and no G's, no wheels and no keys No books, 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 Hoe 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 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 [censored] that said I turned pop Or the the Firm flop ya'll are the reason Dre ain't been getting no sleep So [censored] ya'll all of ya'll If ya'll don't like me blow me Ya'll are gonna keep [censored] around wit me And turn me back to the old me [chorus] x2 [Eminem] Nowadays everybody wants to 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 anyone tryna bring trouble your way Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way Just study a 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 [censored] if it's dark or not It's harder than me tryna park a Dodge But I'm drunk as [censored] Right next to a humungous truck In a two car garage Hopin out wit two broken legs Tryna walk it off [censored] you too bitch call the cops I'm kill you too and them loud ass [censored] barkin dogs And when them cops can't come And me and Dre stood next to a burnt down house Wit a can full of gas and a hand full of matches And still won't found out From here on out it's the Chronic 2 Startin today tomorrows the new And I'm still loco and nuts To choke you to death wit a Charleston chew Slim shady hotter then a set of twin babies In a Mercedes Benz wit the windows up And the tent goes up to the mid 80's Callin in ladies Sorry Doc I been crazy There is no way that you can save me Its ok go wit them 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 Now 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 Ain't gonna be nothin after that So give me one more platinum plaque and [censored] 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 cuddling wit cabbage patch [Chorus] x3 
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#3
10-30-2007, 01:02 AM
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Re: YALL KNOW ME, STILL THE SAME OL G
But I been low key
Hated on by most these [censored] Wit no cheese, no deals and no G's, no wheels and no keys No books, 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 Hoe 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 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 [censored] that said I turned pop Or the the Firm flop ya'll are the reason Dre ain't been getting no sleep So [censored] ya'll all of ya'll If ya'll don't like me blow me Ya'll are gonna keep [censored] around wit me And turn me back to the old me [chorus] x2 [Eminem] Nowadays everybody wants to 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 anyone tryna bring trouble your way Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way Just study a 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 [censored] if it's dark or not It's harder than me tryna park a Dodge But I'm drunk as [censored] Right next to a humungous truck In a two car garage Hopin out wit two broken legs Tryna walk it off [censored] you too bitch call the cops I'm kill you too and them loud ass [censored] barkin dogs And when them cops can't come And me and Dre stood next to a burnt down house Wit a can full of gas and a hand full of matches And still won't found out From here on out it's the Chronic 2 Startin today tomorrows the new And I'm still loco and nuts To choke you to death wit a Charleston chew Slim shady hotter then a set of twin babies In a Mercedes Benz wit the windows up And the tent goes up to the mid 80's Callin in ladies Sorry Doc I been crazy There is no way that you can save me Its ok go wit them 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 Now 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 Ain't gonna be nothin after that So give me one more platinum plaque and [censored] 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 cuddling wit cabbage patch [Chorus] x3 EDIT: Damn, beat me to it
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#4
10-30-2007, 01:09 AM
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Re: YALL KNOW ME, STILL THE SAME OL G
But I been low key
Hated on by most these [censored] Wit no cheese, no deals and no G's, no wheels and no keys No books, 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 Hoe 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 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 [censored] that said I turned pop Or the the Firm flop ya'll are the reason Dre ain't been getting no sleep So [censored] ya'll all of ya'll If ya'll don't like me blow me Ya'll are gonna keep [censored] around wit me And turn me back to the old me [chorus] x2 [Eminem] Nowadays everybody wants to 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 anyone tryna bring trouble your way Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way Just study a 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 [censored] if it's dark or not It's harder than me tryna park a Dodge But I'm drunk as [censored] Right next to a humungous truck In a two car garage Hopin out wit two broken legs Tryna walk it off [censored] you too bitch call the cops I'm kill you too and them loud ass [censored] barkin dogs And when them cops can't come And me and Dre stood next to a burnt down house Wit a can full of gas and a hand full of matches And still won't found out From here on out it's the Chronic 2 Startin today tomorrows the new And I'm still loco and nuts To choke you to death wit a Charleston chew Slim shady hotter then a set of twin babies In a Mercedes Benz wit the windows up And the tent goes up to the mid 80's Callin in ladies Sorry Doc I been crazy There is no way that you can save me Its ok go wit them 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 Now 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 Ain't gonna be nothin after that So give me one more platinum plaque and [censored] 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 cuddling wit cabbage patch [Chorus] x3
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#5
10-30-2007, 01:10 AM
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Re: YALL KNOW ME, STILL THE SAME OL G
Can't wait for Detox...if it ever comes out.
Oh and Eminem probably ghostwrote dre's verses on this song.
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#6
10-30-2007, 03:58 AM
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Re: YALL KNOW ME, STILL THE SAME OL G
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Can't wait for Detox...if it ever comes out. Oh and Eminem probably ghostwrote dre's verses on this song. [/ QUOTE ] What would ever make you think that?
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#10
10-30-2007, 04:11 PM
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Re: YALL KNOW ME, STILL THE SAME OL G
i have a friend who works for interscope that sent me an unreleased "rough cut" of the rehab/detox album. each song has only a snippit/tease(1-2min), but if this is any indication then the album will be well worth the wait.
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