Y'all know me, still the same OG

But I been low-key

Hated on by most these niggas

With no cheese, no deals and no Gs

No wheels and no keys

No boats, no snowmobiles and no skis

Mad at me 'cause I can finally afford to provide my family with groceries

Got a crib with a studio and it's all full of tracks

To add to the wall full of plaques

Hanging up in the office in back of my house like trophies

Did y'all think I'ma let my dough freeze?

Ho, please!

You better bow down on both knees

Who you think taught you to smoke trees?

Who you think brought you the oldies?

Eazy-E's, Ice Cube's, and D.O.C.'s

The Snoop D-O-double-G's

And the group that said, "Motherfuck the police!"

Gave you a tape full of dope beats

To bump when you stroll through in your hood

And when your album sales weren't doing too good

Who's the Doctor they told you to go see?

Y'all better listen up closely

All you niggas that said that I turned pop or The Firm flopped

Y'all are the reason that Dre ain't been getting no sleep

So fuck y'all, all of y'all!

If y'all don't like me, blow me!

Y'all are gon' keep fucking around with me and turn me back to the old me

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 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 Dre

So what do you say to somebody you hate (What?)

Or anyone tryna bring trouble your way?

Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way? (Yup)

Just study a tape of N.W.A

One day I was walking by

With a Walkman on, when I caught a guy

Gave me an awkward eye (you looking at?)

And strangled him up in the parking lot with his Karl Kani

I don't give a fuck if it's dark or not

I'm harder than me tryna park a Dodge

When I'm drunk as fuck

Right next to a humongous truck in a two-car garage

Hopping out with two broken legs tryna walk it off

Fuck you too, bitch! Call the cops!

I'ma kill you and them loud-ass motherfucking barking dogs

And when the cops came through

Me and Dre stood next to a burnt-down house

With a can full of gas and a hand full of matches

And still weren't found out (Right here!)

So from here on out, it's the Chronic II

Starting today and tomorrow's anew

And I'm still loco enough to choke you to death with a Charleston Chew

Chicka-chicka-chicka Slim Shady

Hotter than a set of twin babies

In a Mercedes Benz with the windows up

When the temp goes up to the mid-80s

Calling men ladies

Sorry Doc, but I been crazy

There's no way that you can save me

It's okay, go with him, Hailie (Dada?)

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 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 Dre

If it was up to me, you motherfuckers'd stop

Coming up to me with your hands out

Looking up to me like you want something free

When my last CD was out, you weren't bumping me

But now that I got this little company

Everybody wanna come to me

Like it was some disease, but you won't get a crumb from me

'Cause I'm from the streets of C-Compton! (Compton!)

I told 'em all

All 'em little gangsters, who you think helped mold 'em all?

Now you wanna run around talking 'bout guns like I ain't got none

What, you think I sold 'em all

'Cause I stay well off?

Now all I get is hate mail all day saying Dre fell off

What, 'cause I been in the lab

With a pen and a pad trying to get this damn label off?

I ain't having that

This is the millennium of Aftermath

It ain't gon' be nothing after that

So give me one more platinum plaque

And fuck rap, you can have it back

So where's all the Mad Rappers at?

It's like a jungle in this habitat

But all you savage cats know that I was strapped with gats

While you were cuddling a Cabbage Patch

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 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 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 Dre