Chords for Forgot About Dre
Tempo:
100.5 bpm
Chords used:
Eb
Gm
G
A
D
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Gm] [G]
[Eb] [Gm]
[Eb] [Gm] Y'all know me, it's the same OG, but I've been low-key
[Eb] Hated on by most these niggas with no [Gm] cheese, no deals and OG
No meals and no keys, no boats, 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 for the [G] tracks
To add to the wall [Eb] full of plaques
Hanging up in the office [Gm] and back of my house like Sophie
You sure think I'ma let my dough freeze?
Ho, please, you better bow down [Eb] on both knees
Who you think taught [Gm] you to smoke trees?
Who you think brought you to O.D.s?
Eazy E's, Ice [A] Cubes and D.O.C.'s
[Eb] The Snoop D.O..G.s and the group [D] that said, Motherfuck the police Gave you a cake full of dope beats to pump when you strode through in your hood And [Eb] when your album sales wasn't so too good [Gm] Who's the doc that he told you to go see? Y'all better listen up closely All you niggas that [A] said that I turned pop [Eb] or the fern flop Y'all are the [Gm] reason that Dre ain't been getting no sleep So fuck y'all, all of y'all If y'all don't [G] 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 [Eb] when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish [Gm] And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre 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 Dre So what do you say to somebody you hate? Or anyone [A] trying to bring trouble your way? [Eb] Wonder if it's all thanks in the blood of your weight? [Gm] You thought he'd take a fin, but what you ate? One day I was walking by with a Walkman [G] on When I caught a guy [Eb] giving me an awkward eye He looked and wrangled him off [Gm] in the parking lot But it's dark at night I don't give a fuck if it's dark or not I'm harder than me trying to park a Dodge [Eb] When I'm drunk as fuck Right next to a [Gm] humongous truck and a two-car garage Hopping out with two broken legs trying to walk it [G] off Fuck you too, [Eb] bitch, call the cops I'ma kill you [Gm] and them loud-ass motherfucking barking dogs And when the cops came through me and Dre stood next to [D] a burned-down house [Eb] With a can full of gas and a handful of [D] matches And still weren't found out Right [G] here, I'm here on out with the chronic too Starting [A] today, and tomorrow's the noon [Eb] And I'm still local enough to choke [Gm] you to death with a Charleston jute Get the fuck out of my slam shady Hotter than a set of twin [G] babies And a [Eb] Mercedes Benz with the windows up When the temp [Gm] goes up to the mid-80s Calling men ladies Sorry, doc, but I've been [G] crazy There's a [Eb] way that you can save me It's [Gm] okay, go with him, Haley Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got [G] something to say But nothing comes [Eb] out when they move their lips Just a bunch of [Gm] gibberish and motherfuckers act like they forgot about Greg 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 If it was up to me, you motherfuckers would stop coming up to me With your hands out looking [Eb] up to me Like you want something free When my [Gm] last CD was out, you wasn't bumping me But now that I got your little company Everybody wanna come to me like it was [Eb] some disease But you won't get a crumb from me [Gm] Cause I'm from the streets, so I sold them all All the little gangsters, who you think helped mold them all? Now [Eb] you wanna run around talking about guns like I [Gm] ain't got none What you think I sold them all? Cause I stay well off? Now all I get is hate mail all day saying Dre fell [Eb] off? What, cause I been in the lab with a pen [Gm] in the pad Trying to get this damn label off? I ain't having that This is the millennium of aftermath It ain't gonna be [Eb] nothing after that So give me one more [Gm] platinum plaque and fuck rap You can have it back So where's all the mad rappers at? It's like a jungle in a [Eb] sabotage But all you savage cats know that I was [Gm] strapped with gas When you were cuddling a cabbage patch Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got something to say But nothing comes [Eb] out when they move their lips Just a bunch of [Gm] gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got [G] something to say But nothing comes [Eb] out when they move their lips Just a bunch of [Gm] 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
[Eb] [Gm]
[Eb] [Gm] Y'all know me, it's the same OG, but I've been low-key
[Eb] Hated on by most these niggas with no [Gm] cheese, no deals and OG
No meals and no keys, no boats, 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 for the [G] tracks
To add to the wall [Eb] full of plaques
Hanging up in the office [Gm] and back of my house like Sophie
You sure think I'ma let my dough freeze?
Ho, please, you better bow down [Eb] on both knees
Who you think taught [Gm] you to smoke trees?
Who you think brought you to O.D.s?
Eazy E's, Ice [A] Cubes and D.O.C.'s
[Eb] The Snoop D.O..G.s and the group [D] that said, Motherfuck the police Gave you a cake full of dope beats to pump when you strode through in your hood And [Eb] when your album sales wasn't so too good [Gm] Who's the doc that he told you to go see? Y'all better listen up closely All you niggas that [A] said that I turned pop [Eb] or the fern flop Y'all are the [Gm] reason that Dre ain't been getting no sleep So fuck y'all, all of y'all If y'all don't [G] 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 [Eb] when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish [Gm] And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre 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 Dre So what do you say to somebody you hate? Or anyone [A] trying to bring trouble your way? [Eb] Wonder if it's all thanks in the blood of your weight? [Gm] You thought he'd take a fin, but what you ate? One day I was walking by with a Walkman [G] on When I caught a guy [Eb] giving me an awkward eye He looked and wrangled him off [Gm] in the parking lot But it's dark at night I don't give a fuck if it's dark or not I'm harder than me trying to park a Dodge [Eb] When I'm drunk as fuck Right next to a [Gm] humongous truck and a two-car garage Hopping out with two broken legs trying to walk it [G] off Fuck you too, [Eb] bitch, call the cops I'ma kill you [Gm] and them loud-ass motherfucking barking dogs And when the cops came through me and Dre stood next to [D] a burned-down house [Eb] With a can full of gas and a handful of [D] matches And still weren't found out Right [G] here, I'm here on out with the chronic too Starting [A] today, and tomorrow's the noon [Eb] And I'm still local enough to choke [Gm] you to death with a Charleston jute Get the fuck out of my slam shady Hotter than a set of twin [G] babies And a [Eb] Mercedes Benz with the windows up When the temp [Gm] goes up to the mid-80s Calling men ladies Sorry, doc, but I've been [G] crazy There's a [Eb] way that you can save me It's [Gm] okay, go with him, Haley Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got [G] something to say But nothing comes [Eb] out when they move their lips Just a bunch of [Gm] gibberish and motherfuckers act like they forgot about Greg 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 If it was up to me, you motherfuckers would stop coming up to me With your hands out looking [Eb] up to me Like you want something free When my [Gm] last CD was out, you wasn't bumping me But now that I got your little company Everybody wanna come to me like it was [Eb] some disease But you won't get a crumb from me [Gm] Cause I'm from the streets, so I sold them all All the little gangsters, who you think helped mold them all? Now [Eb] you wanna run around talking about guns like I [Gm] ain't got none What you think I sold them all? Cause I stay well off? Now all I get is hate mail all day saying Dre fell [Eb] off? What, cause I been in the lab with a pen [Gm] in the pad Trying to get this damn label off? I ain't having that This is the millennium of aftermath It ain't gonna be [Eb] nothing after that So give me one more [Gm] platinum plaque and fuck rap You can have it back So where's all the mad rappers at? It's like a jungle in a [Eb] sabotage But all you savage cats know that I was [Gm] strapped with gas When you were cuddling a cabbage patch Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got something to say But nothing comes [Eb] out when they move their lips Just a bunch of [Gm] gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got [G] something to say But nothing comes [Eb] out when they move their lips Just a bunch of [Gm] 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
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[Eb] _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _
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[Eb] _ _ _ [Gm] _ Y'all know me, it's the same OG, but I've been low-key
[Eb] Hated on by most these niggas with no [Gm] cheese, no deals and OG
No meals and no keys, no boats, 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 for the [G] tracks
To add to the wall [Eb] full of plaques
Hanging up in the office [Gm] and back of my house like Sophie
You sure think I'ma let my dough freeze?
Ho, please, you better bow down [Eb] on both knees
Who you think taught [Gm] you to smoke trees?
Who you think brought you to O.D.s?
Eazy E's, Ice [A] Cubes and D.O.C.'s
[Eb] The Snoop D.O..G.s and the group [D] that said, Motherfuck the police Gave you a cake full of dope beats to pump when you strode through in your hood And [Eb] when your album sales wasn't so too good [Gm] Who's the doc that he told you to go see? Y'all better listen up closely All you niggas that [A] said that I turned pop [Eb] or the fern flop Y'all are the [Gm] reason that Dre ain't been getting no sleep So fuck y'all, all of y'all If y'all don't [G] 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 [Eb] when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish [Gm] And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre 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 Dre So what do you say to somebody you hate? Or anyone [A] trying to bring trouble your way? [Eb] Wonder if it's all thanks in the blood of your weight? [Gm] You thought he'd take a fin, but what you ate? One day I was walking by with a Walkman [G] on When I caught a guy [Eb] giving me an awkward eye He looked and wrangled him off [Gm] in the parking lot But it's dark at night I don't give a fuck if it's dark or not I'm harder than me trying to park a Dodge [Eb] When I'm drunk as fuck Right next to a [Gm] humongous truck and a two-car garage Hopping out with two broken legs trying to walk it [G] off Fuck you too, [Eb] bitch, call the cops I'ma kill you [Gm] and them loud-ass motherfucking barking dogs And when the cops came through me and Dre stood next to [D] a burned-down house [Eb] With a can full of gas and a handful of [D] matches And still weren't found out Right [G] here, I'm here on out with the chronic too Starting [A] today, and tomorrow's the noon [Eb] And I'm still local enough to choke [Gm] you to death with a Charleston jute Get the fuck out of my slam shady Hotter than a set of twin [G] babies And a [Eb] Mercedes Benz with the windows up When the temp [Gm] goes up to the mid-80s Calling men ladies Sorry, doc, but I've been [G] crazy There's a [Eb] way that you can save me It's [Gm] okay, go with him, Haley _ Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got [G] something to say But nothing comes [Eb] out when they move their lips Just a bunch of [Gm] gibberish and motherfuckers act like they forgot about Greg 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 If it was up to me, you motherfuckers would stop coming up to me With your hands out looking [Eb] up to me Like you want something free When my [Gm] last CD was out, you wasn't bumping me But now that I got your little company Everybody wanna come to me like it was [Eb] some disease But you won't get a crumb from me [Gm] Cause I'm from the streets, so I sold them all All the little gangsters, who you think helped mold them all? Now [Eb] you wanna run around talking about guns like I [Gm] ain't got none What you think I sold them all? Cause I stay well off? Now all I get is hate mail all day saying Dre fell [Eb] off? What, cause I been in the lab with a pen [Gm] in the pad Trying to get this damn label off? I ain't having that This is the millennium of aftermath It ain't gonna be [Eb] nothing after that So give me one more [Gm] platinum plaque and fuck rap You can have it back So where's all the mad rappers at? It's like a jungle in a [Eb] sabotage But all you savage cats know that I was [Gm] strapped with gas When you were cuddling a cabbage patch Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got something to say But nothing comes [Eb] out when they move their lips Just a bunch of [Gm] gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got [G] something to say But nothing comes [Eb] out when they move their lips Just a bunch of [Gm] 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
[Eb] _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
[Eb] _ _ _ [Gm] _ Y'all know me, it's the same OG, but I've been low-key
[Eb] Hated on by most these niggas with no [Gm] cheese, no deals and OG
No meals and no keys, no boats, 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 for the [G] tracks
To add to the wall [Eb] full of plaques
Hanging up in the office [Gm] and back of my house like Sophie
You sure think I'ma let my dough freeze?
Ho, please, you better bow down [Eb] on both knees
Who you think taught [Gm] you to smoke trees?
Who you think brought you to O.D.s?
Eazy E's, Ice [A] Cubes and D.O.C.'s
[Eb] The Snoop D.O..G.s and the group [D] that said, Motherfuck the police Gave you a cake full of dope beats to pump when you strode through in your hood And [Eb] when your album sales wasn't so too good [Gm] Who's the doc that he told you to go see? Y'all better listen up closely All you niggas that [A] said that I turned pop [Eb] or the fern flop Y'all are the [Gm] reason that Dre ain't been getting no sleep So fuck y'all, all of y'all If y'all don't [G] 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 [Eb] when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish [Gm] And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre 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 Dre So what do you say to somebody you hate? Or anyone [A] trying to bring trouble your way? [Eb] Wonder if it's all thanks in the blood of your weight? [Gm] You thought he'd take a fin, but what you ate? One day I was walking by with a Walkman [G] on When I caught a guy [Eb] giving me an awkward eye He looked and wrangled him off [Gm] in the parking lot But it's dark at night I don't give a fuck if it's dark or not I'm harder than me trying to park a Dodge [Eb] When I'm drunk as fuck Right next to a [Gm] humongous truck and a two-car garage Hopping out with two broken legs trying to walk it [G] off Fuck you too, [Eb] bitch, call the cops I'ma kill you [Gm] and them loud-ass motherfucking barking dogs And when the cops came through me and Dre stood next to [D] a burned-down house [Eb] With a can full of gas and a handful of [D] matches And still weren't found out Right [G] here, I'm here on out with the chronic too Starting [A] today, and tomorrow's the noon [Eb] And I'm still local enough to choke [Gm] you to death with a Charleston jute Get the fuck out of my slam shady Hotter than a set of twin [G] babies And a [Eb] Mercedes Benz with the windows up When the temp [Gm] goes up to the mid-80s Calling men ladies Sorry, doc, but I've been [G] crazy There's a [Eb] way that you can save me It's [Gm] okay, go with him, Haley _ Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got [G] something to say But nothing comes [Eb] out when they move their lips Just a bunch of [Gm] gibberish and motherfuckers act like they forgot about Greg 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 If it was up to me, you motherfuckers would stop coming up to me With your hands out looking [Eb] up to me Like you want something free When my [Gm] last CD was out, you wasn't bumping me But now that I got your little company Everybody wanna come to me like it was [Eb] some disease But you won't get a crumb from me [Gm] Cause I'm from the streets, so I sold them all All the little gangsters, who you think helped mold them all? Now [Eb] you wanna run around talking about guns like I [Gm] ain't got none What you think I sold them all? Cause I stay well off? Now all I get is hate mail all day saying Dre fell [Eb] off? What, cause I been in the lab with a pen [Gm] in the pad Trying to get this damn label off? I ain't having that This is the millennium of aftermath It ain't gonna be [Eb] nothing after that So give me one more [Gm] platinum plaque and fuck rap You can have it back So where's all the mad rappers at? It's like a jungle in a [Eb] sabotage But all you savage cats know that I was [Gm] strapped with gas When you were cuddling a cabbage patch Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got something to say But nothing comes [Eb] out when they move their lips Just a bunch of [Gm] gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got [G] something to say But nothing comes [Eb] out when they move their lips Just a bunch of [Gm] 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