Forgoy About Dre chords

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_ _ _ Eb _ _ _ _ Gm _ .
_ _ Y'all know me, still the same OG, but I been low-key.
Eb Hated on by most these niggas with no Gm cheese.
No deals and no G, no wheels and no keys.
No boasts, no snowmobiles and no skis.
Eb Mad at me cause I can finally afford Gm to provide my family with grocery.
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 trophy.
G You y'all think I'ma let my dough freeze.
Hope, please, you better bow down Eb on both knees.
Who you think taught Gm you to smoke trees.
Who you think brought G you the oldies.
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's and the group Gm that said, Motherfuck the police Gave you a tape full of dope beats to pump when you strolled through in your hood And when Eb 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 niggas that said that I turned pop Eb with a firm flop Y'all are the reason Gm that Grey ain't been getting no trees So fuck y'all, all of y'all If y'all don't like me, blow me Eb Y'all are gonna keep fucking around with me Gm And turn me back to the old me Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got something to say But nothing comes out when Eb they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish And Gm motherfuckers act like they forgot about Grey Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got something to say But nothing comes out when Eb they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish And Gm motherfuckers act like they forgot about Grey So G what do you say to somebody you hate Or anyone trying to bring trouble your way Eb One of his old things in the blood of your way Gm Who's gonna get taped for fitting that with you, eh G One day I was walking by with a Walkman on When I caught a Eb guy, he gave me an awkward eye He looked a crank on the mob in the Gm parking lot But his walkie G not _ _ _ _ _ _ _ Eb _ _ _ _ _ Gm _ .
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_ _ _ D We are just in front of the Abm house where the fire broke out in upscale neighborhoods You can see the guys fire fighting B Go get _ _ Dbm _ _ _ your Db dog _ We're gonna go get him And this gentleman claims to have seen it all Dbm happen Can you tell me your name, sir Yeah, all I know is I'm upstairs, I'm listening to my Will Smith Db CD And I've seen all these flames going everywhere _ Hold on a minute, bitch You're destroying the mood Hold on a minute, yo Detroit what Detroit what Okay, thank you, sir Detroit, baby This is the latest from Trasit City Reporting live, News Channel 8 I'm Chaney Almoto And I'm James G Cook And when the cops came through me And Gm traced to the next to a burned down house Eb With a can for the gas and a hand for the Gm matches I still wasn't found out Right here, from here on out, it's a chronic two Starting today, it's a morning Eb new And I'm still moaning off the Gm turkey to death with a chopped in two It's him, Shady Hotter than a set of twin babies And a Eb Mercedes Benz with the windows up When the temp goes Gm up to the mid-80s G Calling men ladies Sorry, Doc, but I've been crazy There's no Eb way that you can save me It's okay, go with Gm him, Haley _ Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got something to say But nothing comes Eb out when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish Gm And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Greg G Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got something to say But nothing comes out Eb when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish Gm And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Greg It was up G to me You motherfuckers stopped coming up to me With your hands out looking up Eb to me Like you want something free When my last Gm CD was out, you wasn't pumping me But now that I got this little company Everybody wanna come to me Like it was some Eb disease But you won't get a crumb from me Gm Cause I'm from the streets, so I sold G them all All them little gangsters Who you think helped mold them all Now you Eb wanna run around talking about guns like I ain't G got none What you think I sold them all Stay well off Now I wanna get his hate mail all day saying, Great fellow Eb What, cause I've been in the lab with a pen in Gm the pad Trying to get this damn label off I G ain't having that This is the millennium of aftermath And there ain't gonna be Eb nothing after that So give me one more platinum Gm plaque and fuck rap You can have it back So G where's all the mad rappers at It's like a jungle in this habitat Eb But all you savage cats know that I was strapped with Gm gas When you were cuddling a cabbage flat Bbm 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 Gb forgot about Greg Who's Fm next _ _ _ _ _ C Bbm I'm in this dump and it's hit from Fm bros In collaboration with straight from Bb Compton Bbm I came to say a little something _ Fm _ Hitman 2000 Hitman at your service Highly Bbm intensive tongue talers making all Fm nervous Y'all faking before now Bbm with my rhyme law purpose Y'all hating, pumping Fm with Dre Y'all nervous, y'all waiting, Cm anticipating Bbm My arrival, California Fm survivalists Smash on any man Bbm rival Then blast off anyone who don't ride with Fm Hit Y'all better fly Bbm my bitch _ _ _ _ _ Fm _ _ _ _ _ .
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