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Forgot About Dre
Eminem Lyrics


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Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I 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 it's all full of tracks
To add to the wall full of plaques
Hanging up in the office in back of my house like trophies
Did y'all think I'ma 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 the oldies?
Eazy-E's, Ice Cubes, and D.O.C's
The Snoop D-O-double-G's
And the group that said, "Motherfuck the police"
Gave you a tape full of dope beats
To bump when you stroll through in your hood
And when your album sales wasn't doing too good
Who's the Doctor they told you to go see?
Y'all better listen up closely
All you niggas that said that I turned pop, or The Firm flopped
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 (What?)
Or anyone tryna bring trouble your way?
Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way? (Yup)
Just study a 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 (What you looking at?)
I strangled him up in the parking lot with his Karl Kani
I don't give a fuck if it's dark or not
I'm harder than me tryna 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 through
Me and Dre stood next to a burnt down house
With a can full of gas and a hand full of matches
And still weren't found out (Right here)
So from here on out, it's The Chronic II
Starting today and tomorrow's anew
And I'm still loco enough to choke you to death with a Charleston Chew
Slim Shady, hotter then a set of twin babies
In a Mercedes Benz with the windows up
When the temp goes up to the mid-80's
Calling men ladies, sorry, Doc, but I been crazy
There's no way that you can save me
It's okay, go with him Hailie (Dada?)

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

If it was up to me
You motherfuckers would 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 Compton (Compton)
I told 'em all
All them little gangsters, who you think helped mold 'em all?
Now you wanna run around talking 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 with a pen and a pad
Tryin' to get this damn label off?
I ain't havin' that
This is the millennium of Aftermath
It ain't gon' be nothin' 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 gats
While you were cuddling a Cabbage Patch

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

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

Overall Meaning

In the song "Forgot About Dre," Eminem raps about how he had been low-key and hated on by many people, especially those who didn't have any money. He talks about how he can finally provide for himself and his family, which is something that people often forget about. He also mentions the fact that he has taught many people how to smoke trees and brought oldies to people's attention. He talks about the group that said "Motherfuck the police" and how people forgot about them. The song emphasizes the idea that everyone nowadays wants to talk but has nothing of interest to say; Eminem wants people to remember that he helped pioneer rap and that people shouldn't forget about him or his mentor Dr. Dre.


Line by Line Meaning

Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
Everyone knows me, I'm still the original gangster.


But I been low-key
I've been keeping a low profile.


Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
These people without money are hating on me.


No deals and no G's
No record deals and no big amounts of money.


No wheels and no keys
No cars and no access to luxury.


No boats, no snowmobiles, and no skis
No boats, no snowmobiles, and no ski equipment for recreation.


Mad at me 'cause I can finally afford to provide my family with groceries
They are angry because I can now support my family with basic necessities.


Got a crib with a studio and it's all full of tracks
I have a house with a recording studio and it's filled with my music tracks.


To add to the wall full of plaques
To add to the wall full of awards.


Hanging up in the office in back of my house like trophies
The awards are hanging in my home office like trophies.


Did y'all think I'ma let my dough freeze?
Did you think I would let my money and success fade away?


Ho please
Please, don't underestimate me.


You better bow down on both knees
You better show respect and submit to me.


Who you think taught you to smoke trees?
Who do you think introduced you to smoking marijuana?


Who you think brought you the oldies?
Who do you think introduced you to old-school music?


Eazy-E's, Ice Cubes, and D.O.C's
Artists like Eazy-E, Ice Cube, and D.O.C introduced you to this music.


The Snoop D-O-double-G's
Snoop Dogg, another influential artist.


And the group that said, 'Motherfuck the police'
And the group that expressed their rebellion against the police.


Gave you a tape full of dope beats
Gave you a cassette tape filled with amazing beats.


To bump when you stroll through in your hood
To play loudly when you walk through your neighborhood.


And when your album sales wasn't doing too good
And when your album sales weren't successful.


Who's the Doctor they told you to go see?
Who do you think they recommended you to listen to?


Y'all better listen up closely
All of you better pay close attention.


All you niggas that said that I turned pop, or The Firm flopped
All of you who claimed that I went mainstream or my collaboration with The Firm was a failure.


Y'all are the reason that Dre ain't been getting no sleep
You all are the reason why Dre hasn't been able to rest.


So fuck y'all, all of y'all
So fuck all of you.


If y'all don't like me, blow me
If you don't like me, go fuck yourself.


Y'all are gonna keep fucking around with me
You're going to continue messing with me.


And turn me back to the old me
And make me revert to my previous self.


Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
Nowadays, everyone wants to act like they have something important to say.


But nothing comes out when they move their lips
But when they speak, it's meaningless.


Just a bunch of gibberish
Just a bunch of nonsense.


And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre
And people act as if they've forgotten about Dre.


So what do you say to somebody you hate (What?)
So what do you say to someone you despise?


Or anyone tryna bring trouble your way?
Or anyone attempting to cause problems for you?


Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way? (Yup)
Do you want to solve things in a more violent way?


Just study a tape of N.W.A
Just look at the influence of the rap group N.W.A.


One day I was walking by with a Walkman on
One day I was walking with a portable music player on


When I caught a guy, gave me an awkward eye (What you looking at?)
When I encountered a person who looked at me strangely.


I strangled him up in the parking lot with his Karl Kani
I choked him in the parking lot with his Karl Kani clothing.


I don't give a fuck if it's dark or not
I don't care if it's dark outside.


I'm harder than me tryna park a Dodge
I'm tougher than trying to park a Dodge vehicle.


When I'm drunk as fuck
Even when I'm heavily intoxicated.


Right next to a humongous truck in a two-car garage
Next to a huge truck in a garage meant for two cars.


Hopping out with two broken legs, trying to walk it off
Getting out with two fractured legs, attempting to walk despite the pain.


Fuck you too bitch, call the cops
Fuck you as well, bitch, go ahead and call the police.


I'ma kill you and them loud-ass motherfucking barking dogs
I'm going to kill you and those annoying, loud barking dogs.


And when the cops came through
And when the police arrived


Me and Dre stood next to a burnt down house
Me and Dre stood beside a house that was burned down.


With a can full of gas and a hand full of matches
With a container filled with gasoline and a hand holding matches.


And still weren't found out (Right here)
But we weren't discovered.


So from here on out, it's The Chronic II
So from now on, it's The Chronic II (the sequel to his previous album).


Starting today and tomorrow's anew
Starting today, and tomorrow will be a fresh start.


And I'm still loco enough to choke you to death with a Charleston Chew
And I'm still crazy enough to strangle you to death with a Charleston Chew candy bar.


Slim Shady, hotter then a set of twin babies
Slim Shady, my alter ego, is hotter than a pair of newborn twins.


In a Mercedes Benz with the windows up
Inside a Mercedes Benz with closed windows.


When the temp goes up to the mid-80's
When the temperature rises to the mid-80s.


Calling men ladies
Referring to men as women.


Sorry, Doc, but I been crazy
Apologies, Dr. Dre, but I've always been insane.


There's no way that you can save me
You can't possibly save me.


It's okay, go with him Hailie (Dada?)
It's alright, go with him, Hailie (my daughter?).


If it was up to me
If it was my decision.


You motherfuckers would stop coming up to me
You assholes would stop approaching me.


With your hands out looking up to me
With your hands extended, expecting something from me.


Like you want something free
As if you want something for nothing.


When my last CD was out, you wasn't bumping me
When my previous album was released, you weren't supporting me.


But now that I got this little company
But now that I have this small record label.


Everybody wanna come to me like it was some disease
Everyone wants to approach me now as if it were a contagious illness.


But you won't get a crumb from me
But I won't give you anything.


'Cause I'm from the streets of Compton (Compton)
Because I come from Compton, a tough neighborhood.


I told 'em all
I informed everyone.


All them little gangsters, who you think helped mold 'em all?
All those young gangsters, who do you think influenced and shaped them?


Now you wanna run around talking bout guns, like I ain't got none
Now you want to go around talking about guns, as if I don't possess any.


What you think I sold 'em all?
Do you think I sold all of them?


'Cause I stay well off?
Because I'm wealthy?


Now all I get is hate mail all day sayin' Dre fell off
Nowadays, all I receive is hate messages claiming that Dre's career declined.


What, 'cause I been in the lab with a pen and a pad
What, just because I've been in the studio writing songs?


Tryin' to get this damn label off?
Trying to free myself from this damn record label?


I ain't havin' that
I won't tolerate that.


This is the millennium of Aftermath
This is the era of Aftermath, referring to his record label.


It ain't gon' be nothin' after that
There won't be anything better than that.


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


So where's all the Mad Rappers at?
So, where are all the angry rappers now?


It's like a jungle in this habitat
It's chaotic and unpredictable in this environment.


But all you savage cats
But all you aggressive individuals.


Know that I was strapped with gats
Know that I was armed with guns.


While you were cuddling a Cabbage Patch
While you were embracing a Cabbage Patch doll.


Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
Nowadays, everyone wants to act like they have something important to say.


But nothing comes out when they move their lips
But when they speak, it's meaningless.


Just a bunch of gibberish
Just a bunch of nonsense.


And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre
And people act as if they've forgotten about Dre.


Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
Nowadays, everyone wants to act like they have something important to say.


But nothing comes out when they move their lips
But when they speak, it's meaningless.


Just a bunch of gibberish
Just a bunch of nonsense.


And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre
And people act as if they've forgotten about Dre.




Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Andre Romell Young, Marshall Mathers, Melvin Bradford

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@TheGhostOf2020

Everyone’s stuck on how good Em’s lyricism is, but that instrumental/beat is absolutely why you should never forget about Dre.

@MrDD26

2020 💯

@TBROZ

Don't ever forget about Dre

@Ano_ny

@@reubenfletfher and who tf is that

@philly6547

Dre is the Michael Jordan of beats, Eminem actually wrote this song for Dre and snoop. Em was the guy who woke Dre back up and resurrected him, after all the NWA, Death Row shit Dre needed some new fuel. Perfect timing for something new for Dre and perfect timing for Em to make it in the game. They was literally “salt and pepper, Ebony and ivory, key to the safe”! Then history was made

@MostafaElSakari

@@Ano_ny paid bot ignore it

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@matthewb9241

Early Eminem with his “high pitched” voice is my favorite.

@Kisukes_kane

I like both lol but this song dope AF

@rawchet

this and relapse: refill for me

@mellowyellow8392

That's not eminem that's slim shady

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