Chords for Dr. Dre - Forgot About Dre ft. Eminem, Hittman

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_ Y'all know me, still the same OG, but I've been low-key, [Eb] hated on by most these no [Gm] cheese,
no deals, and no G, no wheels, and no keys, no bros, no snowmobiles, and no skis.
[Eb] Mad at me, cause I can finally afford [Gm] to provide my family with groceries.
Got a crib with a studio and a saw full of tracks, to add to the wall [Eb] full of plaques.
Hanging up in the [Gm] office and back of my house like trophies.
You sure think I'ma let my dog freeze?
Please, you better bow down [Eb] on both knees.
Who you think taught [Gm] you to smoke?
Who you think brought you to ODs, E's and E's, Ice Cubes and DOTs, [Eb] the scoop deal double
G's, and the group [Gm] that said, **** the police.
Gave you a tape full of dope beats to bump when you strode through in your hood, or [Eb] when
your album sales wasn't doing too good.
[Gm] Who's the doc that he told you to go see?
Y'all better listen up closely.
All you **** that said that I turned pop, [Eb] or the fern flopped, all of the [Gm] reason that
Dre ain't been getting no treats.
So **** y'all, all of y'all.
If y'all don't like me, [Eb] y'all are gonna keep **** around with me [Gm] and turn me back to the old me. _ _ _ _ _ _
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I'm a part of God, can [Eb] you get off without?
You look the mob in the parking lot, [G] but it's parking lot. _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ [D] We are just in front of the house where the fire [Abm] broke out in Upscale neighborhood.
As you can see, the house is fireproof. _
[Eb] [Dbm] This elderly woman, a [D] victim in a [Db]
homeless spot, _ and this gentleman here, he claims to
have seen it all happen.
[A] Can you tell me your name, sir?
Yeah, all I know is I'm upstairs.
[Db] I'm listening to my Will Smith CD, and I've seen all these flames going everywhere.
You know what I'm saying?
Hold on a minute.
You're destroying the moment.
Hold on a minute.
Yo, Detroit what?
Detroit what?
Okay, thank you, sir.
Detroit, baby.
This is from Dress for Shoot, reporting live for News Channel 8.
I'm Jane Yelamoto.
Back next.
[G] And when the cops [Gm] came for me, and Dre stood next to a burned down house.
[Eb] _ _ _ [Gm] There's still one found out, right here, on the mirror, now, it's a chronic tune.
Starting today, and tomorrow's the noon.
[Eb] And I'm still local enough to turf [Gm] you with a Charleston truth.
_ Damn shady, hotter than a set of twin babies.
And a Mercedes [Eb] spins with the windows up when the tint goes up [Gm] to the mid-80s.
Calling men ladies.
Sorry, doc, but I've been crazy.
There's no way [Eb] that you can save me.
It's okay, [Gm] go with him, Haley.
_ [G] Nowadays, everybody want to talk, like they got something to say.
But nothing comes out [Eb] when they move their lips, just a bunch of gibberish.
[Gm] Exactly, they forgot about Dre.
Nowadays, everybody want to talk, like they got something to say.
But nothing comes out when [Eb] they move their lips, just a bunch of gibberish.
[Gm] Exactly, they forgot about Dre.
It [G] was up to me.
You stopped coming up to me with your hands out, looking up at [Eb] me.
Like you want something free.
When my last [Gm] CD was out, you wasn't bumping me.
[G] But now that I got this little company, everybody want to come to me.
Like it was some [Eb] disease, but you won't get a crumb from me.
[Gm] Because I'm from the streets, though.
I sold them all.
All the little gangsters, who you think helped mold them all?
Now you want [Eb] to run around talking about, like I ain't [Gm] got none.
What you think, I sold them all?
If I stay well off, now I want to get his hate mail all day saying, Dre fell off?
[Eb] What, because I've been in the lab with a pen in the [Gm] pad, trying to get his damn label off?
I ain't having [G] that.
This is the millennium of aftermath.
It ain't gonna be [Eb] nothing after that.
So give me one more platinum [Gm] plaque, rap, you can have it back.
[G] So where's all the mad rappers at?
It's like a jungle in a sabotage.
[Eb] But all you savage cats know that I was [Gm] when you were cuddling a cabbage patch.
[Bbm] Nowadays, everybody want to talk.
Like they got something to say.
But nothing comes out when they move their lips.
Just a bunch of gibberish.
[Bb] Exactly, they forgot about Dre.
Who's [Fm] next? _ _ _ _
_ [C] I'm ending [Bbm] this off, and it's hip from the [Fm] bros.
In collaboration with Dre from [Bb] Compton.
[Bbm] But I came to say a little something.
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