Chords for Eminem, Dr. Dre - Forgot About Dre (Explicit) (Official Music Video) ft. Hittman
Tempo:
133.35 bpm
Chords used:
Eb
Gm
G
Bbm
Fm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G] .
[Eb] [Gm] .
[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?.
Easy E's, Ice Cubes and D.
O.
.
C.
's [Eb] The Scoop D.
O.
.
G.
'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] .
You fucking [Eb] stupid [Gm] bitch Shame on you Fuck up This [Eb] is a [Gm] shame in my [Eb] [Gm] .
[G] baby [Eb] [Gm] .
[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] .
[Bbm] [Fm] .
[Bb] [C] [Bbm] .
[Eb] [Gm] .
[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?.
Easy E's, Ice Cubes and D.
O.
.
C.
's [Eb] The Scoop D.
O.
.
G.
'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] .
You fucking [Eb] stupid [Gm] bitch Shame on you Fuck up This [Eb] is a [Gm] shame in my [Eb] [Gm] .
[G] baby [Eb] [Gm] .
[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] .
[Bbm] [Fm] .
[Bb] [C] [Bbm] .
Key:
Eb
Gm
G
Bbm
Fm
Eb
Gm
G
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ [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?.
Easy E's, Ice Cubes and D.
O.
.
C.
's [Eb] The Scoop D.
O.
.
G.
'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] _ .
_ _ You fucking _ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ stupid [Gm] bitch Shame on you Fuck up This _ _ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ is a [Gm] shame in my _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ .
_ _ _ [G] _ _ baby _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ .
_ _ _ [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] _ _ _ _ _ .
[Bbm] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ .
_ _ _ [Bb] _ [C] _ [Bbm] _ _ _ .
_ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ [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?.
Easy E's, Ice Cubes and D.
O.
.
C.
's [Eb] The Scoop D.
O.
.
G.
'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] _ .
_ _ You fucking _ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ stupid [Gm] bitch Shame on you Fuck up This _ _ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ is a [Gm] shame in my _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ .
_ _ _ [G] _ _ baby _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ .
_ _ _ [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] _ _ _ _ _ .
[Bbm] _ _ _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ .
_ _ _ [Bb] _ [C] _ [Bbm] _ _ _ .