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[Verse 1: Dr. Dre] 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 G's 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 Hangin' up in the office and back at 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 wasn't doin' 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 gettin' no sleep So fuck y'all, all of y'all! If y'all don't like me, blow me! Y'all are gon' keep fuckin' around with me and turn me back to the old me [Chorus: Eminem] Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say But nothin' 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 somethin' to say But nothin' comes out when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre [Verse 2: Eminem] 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 walkin' by With a Walkman on, when I caught a guy Gave me an awkward eye ('Chu lookin' 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 Hoppin' out with two broken legs tryna walk it off Fuck you too, bitch, call the cops I'ma kill you and them loud-ass motherfuckin' 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!) So from here on out, it's the Chronic II Startin' 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 Callin' 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?) You might also like The Real Slim Shady Eminem What’s the Difference Dr. Dre Running Up That Hill (A Deal with God) Kate Bush [Chorus: Eminem] Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say But nothin' 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 somethin' to say But nothin' comes out when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre [Verse 3: Dr. Dre] If it was up to me, you motherfuckers'd stop Comin' up to me with your hands out Lookin' up to me like you want somethin' free When my last CD was out, you weren't bumpin' 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 gangstas, who you think helped mold 'em all? Now you wanna run around talkin' '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 sayin' Dre fell off What, 'cause I been in the lab With a pen and a pad tryin' to get this damn label off? I ain't havin' that This is the millennium of Aftermath It ain't gon' 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 jungle in this habitat But all you savage cats know that I was strapped with gats While you were cuddlin' a Cabbage Patch [Chorus: Eminem] Nowadays, everybody wanna talk Like they got somethin' to say But nothin' 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 somethin' to say But nothin' 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 somethin' to say But nothin' 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 somethin' to say But nothin' comes out when they move their lips Just a bunch of gibberish And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre [Verse 2: Eminem] 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 walkin' by With a Walkman on, when I caught a guy Gave me an awkward eye ('Chu lookin' 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 Hoppin' out with two broken legs tryna walk it off Fuck you too, bitch! Call the cops! I'ma kill you and them loud-ass motherfuckin' 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!) So from here on out, it's the Chronic II Startin' 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 Callin' 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?)
Y'all 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 G's, no wheels and no keys No boats, no snowmobiles and no ski's 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 the office in back of my house like trophies But y'all think I'm gonna let my dough freeze 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 and Snoop D O double G's And a group that said, "Muthafuck the police" Gave you a tape full of dope beats To bump when you stroll through in you hood And when your album sales wasn't doin' too good 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 Or the Firm flop Y'all are the reason 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 gonna keep fuckin' around wit me And turn me back to the old me Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say But nothin' comes out when they move they lips Just a buncha gibberish And muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say But nothin' comes out when they move they lips Just a buncha gibberish And muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre So what do you say to somebody you hate Or anybody tryna bring trouble your way Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way Just study your tape of NWA One day I was walkin' by Wit a walkman on When I caught a guy givin' me an awkward eye And strangled 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 tryna park a dodge But I'm drunk as fuck Right next to a humungous truck in a two car garage Hoppin' out wit two broken legs, tryna walk it off Fuck you too bitch, call the cops I'm a kill you and them Loud ass muthafuckin barkin' dogs And when the cops came through me Dre stood next to a burnt down house Wit a can full of gas and a hand full of matches They still wouldn't found out From here on out it's the chronic two Startin' today and tomorrow's the new And I'm still loco enough To choke you to death wit a Charleston chew Slim Shady hotter then a set of twin babies In a Mercedes Benz wit the windows up And the temp goes up to the mid 80's Callin' men, ladies Sorry Doc, but I've been crazy There is no way that you can save me It's okay, go with him Hailey
Access to my Private Discord www.patreon.com/sloweddownmusic
There is a section for request (I respond quickly).
Videos that UA-cam removed/blocked me from posting are uploaded in the Discord.
Additional music genres/types are uploaded (i.e., reggae, afrobeats, compilation mixes, instrumentals, etc.)
Listen or download the slowed down ad-free music videos/MP3s to your personal collection.
There is also a live private chat for the members.
If you decide to join, you will not be disappointed!
You always come in clutch
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I must say Eminem sounds like a mature man slowed down.
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Sorry doc but I been crazy
There’s no way that u can save me 😵☠️🥶
Can you do Dj Paul gotta Eat Slowed please thank you
[Verse 1: Dr. Dre]
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 G's
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
Hangin' up in the office and back at 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 wasn't doin' 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 gettin' no sleep
So fuck y'all, all of y'all!
If y'all don't like me, blow me!
Y'all are gon' keep fuckin' around with me and turn me back to the old me
[Chorus: Eminem]
Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say
But nothin' 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 somethin' to say
But nothin' comes out when they move their lips
Just a bunch of gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre
[Verse 2: Eminem]
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 walkin' by
With a Walkman on, when I caught a guy
Gave me an awkward eye ('Chu lookin' 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
Hoppin' out with two broken legs tryna walk it off
Fuck you too, bitch, call the cops
I'ma kill you and them loud-ass motherfuckin' 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!)
So from here on out, it's the Chronic II
Startin' 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
Callin' 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?)
You might also like
The Real Slim Shady
Eminem
What’s the Difference
Dr. Dre
Running Up That Hill (A Deal with God)
Kate Bush
[Chorus: Eminem]
Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got somethin' to say
But nothin' 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 somethin' to say
But nothin' comes out when they move their lips
Just a bunch of gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre
[Verse 3: Dr. Dre]
If it was up to me, you motherfuckers'd stop
Comin' up to me with your hands out
Lookin' up to me like you want somethin' free
When my last CD was out, you weren't bumpin' 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 gangstas, who you think helped mold 'em all?
Now you wanna run around talkin' '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 sayin' Dre fell off
What, 'cause I been in the lab
With a pen and a pad tryin' to get this damn label off?
I ain't havin' that
This is the millennium of Aftermath
It ain't gon' 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 jungle in this habitat
But all you savage cats know that I was strapped with gats
While you were cuddlin' a Cabbage Patch
[Chorus: Eminem]
Nowadays, everybody wanna talk
Like they got somethin' to say
But nothin' 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 somethin' to say
But nothin' 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 somethin' to say
But nothin' 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 somethin' to say
But nothin' comes out when they move their lips
Just a bunch of gibberish
And motherfuckers act like they forgot about Dre
[Verse 2: Eminem]
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 walkin' by
With a Walkman on, when I caught a guy
Gave me an awkward eye ('Chu lookin' 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
Hoppin' out with two broken legs tryna walk it off
Fuck you too, bitch! Call the cops!
I'ma kill you and them loud-ass motherfuckin' 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!)
So from here on out, it's the Chronic II
Startin' 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
Callin' 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?)
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This version of forgot about Dre is fire 🔥 shot out to dr dre & Eminem aka slime shady
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Y'all 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 G's, no wheels and no keys
No boats, no snowmobiles and no ski's
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 the office in back of my house like trophies
But y'all think I'm gonna let my dough freeze
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 and Snoop D O double G's
And a group that said, "Muthafuck the police"
Gave you a tape full of dope beats
To bump when you stroll through in you hood
And when your album sales wasn't doin' too good
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
Or the Firm flop
Y'all are the reason 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 gonna keep fuckin' around wit me
And turn me back to the old me
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
But nothin' comes out when they move they lips
Just a buncha gibberish
And muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
But nothin' comes out when they move they lips
Just a buncha gibberish
And muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre
So what do you say to somebody you hate
Or anybody tryna bring trouble your way
Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way
Just study your tape of NWA
One day I was walkin' by
Wit a walkman on
When I caught a guy givin' me an awkward eye
And strangled 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 tryna park a dodge
But I'm drunk as fuck
Right next to a humungous truck in a two car garage
Hoppin' out wit two broken legs, tryna walk it off
Fuck you too bitch, call the cops
I'm a kill you and them
Loud ass muthafuckin barkin' dogs
And when the cops came through me
Dre stood next to a burnt down house
Wit a can full of gas and a hand full of matches
They still wouldn't found out
From here on out it's the chronic two
Startin' today and tomorrow's the new
And I'm still loco enough
To choke you to death wit a Charleston chew
Slim Shady hotter then a set of twin babies
In a Mercedes Benz wit the windows up
And the temp goes up to the mid 80's
Callin' men, ladies
Sorry Doc, but I've been crazy
There is no way that you can save me
It's okay, go with him Hailey
🤟🏽🤟🏽🤟🏽🤟🏽👊🏾❤😈
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Mary jane here again 🥱💋
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It's a way dat you can save me