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Now something a little different for me.  This month's song of the moment is a total killer song.  The hook line is so infectious that I can't stop acting like a "homie" when I hear this song.  Dr. Dre has done a lot for rap music.  His catchy samples and honest lyrics make him one of the front runners of this genres.  His new album is really good.  Some people may have a problem with his support of marijuana use but I think it's cool that he stands up for what he believes in and doesn't give a shit about what others have to say. 

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"Forget About Dre"

featuring Eminem

written by A. Young/M. Bradford/M. Mathers

Dr. Dre:
Ya'll know me still the same ol' G
But I been low key
Hated on by most these niggas
Wit 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 wit groceries
Got a crib wit a studio and it's all full of tracks
To add to the wall full of plaques
Hangin' up in teh office in back of my house like trophies
But ya'll think I'm gonna let my dough freeze
Ho please
You better bow down on both knees
Who you think tought you to smoke trees
Who you think brough you the oldies
Eazy-E's Ice Cubes's and D.O.C.'s and Snoop D O double G's
And a group that said muthafuck the police
Gave you a tape full of dope beats
The bomb weed stroll through in your hood
And when your album sales wasn't doin' too good
Who's the doc that he told you to go see
Ya'll better listen up closely
All you niggas that said that I turned pop
Or the Firm flop
Ya'll are the reason Dre ain't been gettin' no sleep
So fuck ya'll all of ya'll
If ya'll don't like me blow me
Ya'll are gonna keep fuckin' around wit me
And turn me back to the old me

chorus (Eminem):
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
But nothin' comes out when they move they lips
Just a buncha gibberish
And muthfuckas act like they forgot about Dre

(Eminem):
So what do you say to somebody you hate (what?)
Or anyone tryna bring trouble your way (yup)
Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way?
Then study your tape of N.W.A.
One day I was walkin' by wit a Walkman on
When I caught a guy givin' me an awkward eye
And strangle him off in the parkin' lot wit his Karl Kani
I don't give a fuck if it's dark or not
I'm harder than me tryin' to park a Dodge
When I'm drunk as a fuck
Right next to a humongous truck in a two car garage
Hoppin' out wit two broken legs tryna walk it off
Fuck you too, Bitch!  Call the cops
I'ma kill you and them loud ass muthafuckin' barkin' 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)
From here on out it's the Chronic 2001
Startin' today and tomorrow's the new
And I'm still loco enough
To choke you to death wit a Charleston chew

Dre:
Slim shady - hotter than a set of twin babies
In a Mercedes Benz wit the windows up
When the temp goes up to the mid 80s
Calllin' men ladies
Sorry Doc but I been crazy
There is no way that you can same me
It's ok go with him Hailey (dah)

Eminem: (repeat chorus x2)

Dre:
If it was up to me
You muthafuckas would stop comin' up to me
Wit your hands out lookin' up to me
Like you want somethin' for free
When my lasd cd was out, you wasn't bumpin' me
But now that I got this little company
Everybody wanna come to me like it was some disease
But you wn't get a crumb from me
Cause I'm from the streets of (Compton, Compton)
I told 'em all
All them little gagstas
Who you think helped mold 'em all
Now you wanna run around and talk about 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 sayin Dre fell off
What cause I been in the lab wit a pen and a pad
Tryna get this damn label off
I ain't havin' that
This is the millenium of Aftermath
It ain't gonna be nothin' 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 jugle in this habitat
But all you savage cats
know that I was strapped with gats
When you cuddlin' a cabbage patch

Eminem: (repeat chorus x3)

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