[Eminem]
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin to say
But nothin 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 somethin to say
But nothin comes out when they move their lips; just a bunch of gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre
[Eminem]
So what do you say to somebody you hate (What?)
Or anyone tryin to bring trouble your way?
Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way? (YUP)
Then just study a tape of N.W.A.!
One day I was walkin by, wit a Walkman on, when I caught a guy give me an awkward eye (What you lookin at?)
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 tryin to park a Dodge when I`m drunk as fuck
Right next to a humungous truck in a two-car garage {*CRUNCH*}
Hoppin out wit two broken legs, tryin to walk it off
Fuck you too bitch, call the cops!
I`ma kill you and them loud ass motherfuckin 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 weren`t found out (RIGHT HERE)
From here on out it`s the Chronic 2
Startin today and tomorrow`s the new
And I`m still loco enough
To choke you to death wit a Charleston Chew
Slim shady - hotter then a set of twin babiesin a Mercedes Benz wit the windows up when the temp goes up to the mid 80`s
Callin men ladies; sorry Doc but I been crazy
There`s no way that you can save me
It`s okay, go with him Hailey (Da-da?)
[Eminem]
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin to say
But nothin 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 somethin to say
But nothin comes out when they move their lips; just a bunch of gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre
[Dr. Dre]
If it was up to me, you muh`fuckers would stop comin up to mewit 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 (Compton, Compton)
I told em all - all them little gangstas
Who you think helped mold `em all?
Now you wanna run around talkin bout 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 tryin to get this damn label off?
I ain`t havin that; this is the millenium of Aftermath
It ain`t gon` be nothin after that
So give me one more platinum plaqueand fuck rap!You can have it back
So where`s all the Madd Rappers at?
It`s like a jungle in this habitat
But all you savage cats, know that I was strapped wit gats when you were cuddlin a Cabbage Patch
[Eminem]
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin to say
But nothin 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 somethin to say
But nothin comes out when they move their lips; just a bunch of gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre
[Eminem]
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin to say
But nothin comes out when they move their lips; just a bunch of gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre
