Forgot About Dre chords by Dr. Dre
Guitar chords with lyrics
- Difficulty: Beginner 👶
Intro:
Em G C B (x4)
Verse 1:
Em G
Y'all know me, still the same OG but I been low-key
C
Hated on by most these niggas
B
With no cheese, no deals and no G's
Em
No wheels and no keys
G
No boats, no snowmobiles, and no skis
C B
Mad at me, 'cause I can finally afford to provide my family with groceries
Em G
Got a crib with a studio and it's all full of tracks
C
To add to the wall full of plaques
B
Hangin' up in the office and back at my house like trophies
Em G
Did y'all think I'ma let my dough freeze? Ho, please
C
You better bow down on both knees
B
Who you think taught you to smoke trees?
Em
Who you think brought you the oldies?
G
Eazy-E's, Ice Cube's, and D.O.C.'s
C
The Snoop D-O-double-Gs
B
And the group that said, "Motherfuck the police"
Em
Gave you a tape full of dope beats
G
To bump when you stroll through in your hood
C
And when your album sales wasn't doin' too good
B
Who's the Doctor they told you to go see?
Em
Y'all better listen up closely
G C
All you niggas that said that I turned pop or The Firm flopped
B
Y'all are the reason that Dre ain't been gettin' no sleep
Em
So fuck y'all, all of y'all!
G
If y'all don't like me, blow me
C B
Y'all are gon' keep fuckin' around with me and turn me back to the old me
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Chorus:
Em G
Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say
G C
But nothin' comes out when they move their lips
C
Just a bunch of gibberish
B
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre
Em G
Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say
G C
But nothin' comes out when they move their lips
C
Just a bunch of gibberish
B
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre
Verse 2:
Em
So what do you say to somebody you hate (What)
G
Or anyone tryna bring trouble your way?
C
Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way? (Yup)
B
Just study a tape of N.W.A
Em
One day I was walkin' by
G
With a Walkman on, when I caught a guy
C
Gave me an awkward eye ('Chu lookin' at)
B
And strangled him up in the parking lot with his Karl Kani
Em
I don't give a fuck if it's dark or not
G
I'm harder than me tryna park a Dodge
C
When I'm drunk as fuck
B
Right next to a humongous truck in a two-car garage
Em G
Hoppin' out with two broken legs tryna walk it off
C
Fuck you too, bitch, call the cops
B
I'ma kill you and them loud-ass motherfuckin' barkin' dogs
Em
And when the cops came through
G
Me and Dre stood next to a burnt-down house
C
With a can full of gas and a hand full of matches
B
And still weren't found out (Right here)
Em
So from here on out, it's the Chronic II
G
Startin' today and tomorrow's anew
C B
And I'm still loco enough to choke you to death with a Charleston Chew
Em
Chicka-chicka-chicka Slim Shady
G
Hotter than a set of twin babies
C
In a Mercedes Benz with the windows up
B
When the temp goes up to the mid-80s
Em
Callin' men ladies
G
Sorry Doc, but I been crazy
C
There's no way that you can save me
B
It's okay, go with him, Hailie (Dada)
Chorus:
Em G
Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say
G C
But nothin' comes out when they move their lips
C
Just a bunch of gibberish
B
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre
Em G
Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say
G C
But nothin' comes out when they move their lips
C
Just a bunch of gibberish
B
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre
Verse 3:
Em
If it was up to me, you motherfuckers'd stop
G
Comin' up to me with your hands out
C
Lookin' up to me like you want somethin' free
B
When my last CD was out, you wasn't bumpin' me
Em
But now that I got this little company
G
Everybody wanna come to me
C
Like it was some disease, but you won't get a crumb from me
B
'Cause I'm from the streets of C-Compton (Compton)
Em
I told 'em all
G
All 'em little gangstas, who you think helped mold 'em all?
C B
Now you wanna run around talkin' 'bout guns like I ain't got none
Em
What, you think I sold 'em all
G
'Cause I stay well off?
C B
Now all I get is hate mail all day sayin' Dre fell off
Em
What, 'cause I been in the lab
G C B
With a pen and a pad tryin' to get this damn label off?
Em
I ain't havin' that
G
This is the millennium of Aftermath
C
It ain't gon' be nothin' after that
C
So give me one more platinum plaque
B
And fuck rap, you can have it back
Em
So where's all the Mad Rappers at?
G
It's like a jungle in this habitat
C
But all you savage cats know that I was strapped with gats
B
While you were cuddlin' a Cabbage Patch
Chorus:
Em G
Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say
G C
But nothin' comes out when they move their lips
C
Just a bunch of gibberish
B
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre
Em G
Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say
G C
But nothin' comes out when they move their lips
C
Just a bunch of gibberish
B Em
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre
Outro:
N.C.
Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say
N.C.
But nothin' comes out when they move their lips
N.C.
Just a bunch of gibberish
N.C.
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre Published:
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