[00:00.000] 作曲 : Melvin Bradford/Marshall B. Mathers III/Andre Romell Young
[00:14.891]Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
[00:16.400]but I been low key
[00:17.645]Hated on by most these mother****wit no chees
[00:19.896]no deals and no G's
[00:22.846]No wheels and no keys
[00:23.345]no boats no snowmobiles, and no ski's
[00:25.354]Mad at me cause I can finally afford to provide my family wit groceries
[00:30.298]Got a crib wit a studio and it's all full of tracks to add to the wall full of plaques
[00:33.548]Hangin up in the office in back of my house like trophies
[00:36.301]Did y'all think I'ma let my dough freeze?Hoe please
[00:39.051]You better bow down on both knees
[00:41.049]Who you think taught you to smoke trees?
[00:42.804]Who you think brought you the oldies?
[00:44.301]Eazy-E's, Ice Cube's, and D.O.C's
[00:47.051]The Snoop D-O-double-G's and the group that said mother-"**** Tha Police"
[00:50.804]Gave you a tape full of dope beats to bump when you stroll through in your hood
[00:54.053]And when your album sales wasn't doin too good who's the Doctor they told you to go see?
[00:57.805]Y'all better listen up closely
[00:59.557]All you bitches that said that I turned pop, or The Firm flopped
[01:02.310]Y'all are the reason that Dre ain't been gettin no sleep
[01:05.060]So **** Y'ALL, all of y'all; if y'all don't like me, BLOW ME!
[01:08.556]Y'all are gonna keep ****in around wit me and turn me back to the old me
[01:12.307]Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin to say
[01:14.804]But nothin comes out when they move their lips; just a bunch of gibberish
[01:17.554]And mother****ers act like they forgot about Dre
[01:19.309]Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin to say
[01:22.750]But nothin comes out when they move their lips; just a bunch of gibberish
[01:24.502]And mother****ers act like they forgot about Dre
[01:26.499]So what do you say to somebody you hate (What?)
[01:27.997]Or anyone tryin to bring trouble your way?
[01:30.006]Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way? (YUP)
[01:31.503]Then just study a tape of N.W.A.!
[01:33.758]One day I was walkin by, wit a Walkman on, when I caught a guy give me an awkward eye (What you lookin at?)
[01:38.251]And strangled him off in the parkin lot, wit his Karl Kani
[01:40.747]I don't give a **** if it's dark or not
[01:42.499]I'm harder than me tryin to park a Dodge when I'm drunk as ****
[01:45.253]Right next to a humungous truck in a two-car garage {*CRUNCH*}
[01:48.502]Hoppin out wit two broken legs, tryin to walk it off
[01:50.756]"**** you too bitch, call the cops!"
[01:52.255]I'ma kill you and them loud ass mother****ing barkin dogs
[01:55.250]And when the cops came through me and Dre stood next to a burnt down house
[01:58.757]Wit a can full of gas and a hand full of matches
[02:00.753]And still weren't found out (RIGHT HERE)
[02:02.509]From here on out it's the Chronic 2
[02:04.007]Startin today and tomorrow's the new
[02:06.258]And I'm still loco enough
[02:07.256]To choke you to death wit a Charleston Chew
[02:09.011]Slim shady
[02:11.262]hotter then a set of twin babies
[02:12.760]in a Mercedes Benz wit the windows up when the temp goes up to the mid 80's
[02:16.512]Callin men ladies
[02:18.009]sorry Doc but I been crazy
[02:19.263]There's no way that you can save me
[02:22.215]It's okay, go with him Hailey (Da-da?)
[02:23.214]Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin to say
[02:26.966]But nothin comes out when they move their lips; just a bunch of gibberish
[02:28.963]And mother****ers act like they forgot about Dre
[02:31.166]Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin to say
[02:34.231]But nothin comes out when they move their lips; just a bunch of gibberish
[02:36.647]And mother****ers act like they forgot about Dre
[02:38.160]If it was up to me, you muh'****ers would stop comin up to mewit your hands out lookin up to me
[02:41.655]Like you want somethin free
[02:42.908]When my last CD was out, you wasn't bumpin me
[02:44.916]But now that I got this little company
[02:47.159]Everybody wanna come to me like it was some disease
[02:48.411]But you won't get a crumb from me
[02:49.156]Cause I'm from the streets of (Compton, Compton)
[02:52.410]I told em all - all them little gangstas
[02:54.161]Who you think helped mold 'em all?
[02:55.912]Now you wanna run around talkin bout guns like I ain't got none
[02:57.667]What you think I sold 'em all?
[02:59.664]Cause I stay well off
[03:00.664]Now all I get is hate mail all day sayin Dre fell off
[03:03.160]What cause I been in the lab wit a pen and a pad tryin to get this d**n label off?
[03:06.666]I ain't havin that; this is the millenium of Aftermath
[03:09.419]It ain't gon' be nothin after that
[03:11.417]So give me one more platinum plaqueand **** rap!You can have it back
[03:14.166]So where's all the Madd Rappers at?
[03:16.612]It's like a jungle in this habitat
[03:17.609]But all you savage cats, know that I was strapped wit gats when you were cuddlin a Cabbage Patch
[03:21.362]Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin to say
[03:23.601]But nothin comes out when they move their lips，just a bunch of gibberish
[03:26.356]And mother****ers act like they forgot about Dre
[03:31.058]Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin to say
[03:32.314]But nothin comes out when they move their lips; just a bunch of gibberish
[03:33.811]And mother****ers act like they forgot about Dre

作曲 : Melvin Bradford/Marshall B. Mathers III/Andre Romell Young
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
but I been low key
Hated on by most these mother****wit no chees
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
Did y'all think I'ma let my dough freeze?Hoe 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 mother-"**** Tha 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 bitches that said that I turned pop, or The Firm flopped
Y'all are the reason that Dre ain't been gettin no sleep
So **** Y'ALL, all of y'all; if y'all don't like me, BLOW ME!
Y'all are gonna keep ****in around wit me and turn me back to the old me
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 mother****ers 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 mother****ers act like they forgot about Dre
So what do you say to somebody you hate (What?)
Or anyone tryin to bring trouble your way?
Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way? (YUP)
Then just study a tape of N.W.A.!
One day I was walkin by, wit a Walkman on, when I caught a guy give me an awkward eye (What you lookin at?)
And strangled him off in the parkin lot, wit his Karl Kani
I don't give a **** if it's dark or not
I'm harder than me tryin to park a Dodge when I'm drunk as ****
Right next to a humungous truck in a two-car garage {*CRUNCH*}
Hoppin out wit two broken legs, tryin to walk it off
"**** you too bitch, call the cops!"
I'ma kill you and them loud ass mother****ing barkin dogs
And when the cops came through me and Dre stood next to a burnt down house
Wit 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 2
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 when the temp goes up to the mid 80's
Callin men ladies
sorry Doc but I been crazy
There's no way that you can save me
It's okay, go with him Hailey (Da-da?)
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 mother****ers 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 mother****ers act like they forgot about Dre
If it was up to me, you muh'****ers would stop comin up to mewit your hands out lookin up to me
Like you want somethin free
When my last 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 won't get a crumb from me
Cause I'm from the streets of (Compton, Compton)
I told em all - all them 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 wit a pen and a pad tryin to get this d**n label off?
I ain't havin that; this is the millenium of Aftermath
It ain't gon' be nothin after that
So give me one more platinum plaqueand **** rap!You can have it back
So where's all the Madd Rappers at?
It's like a jungle in this habitat
But all you savage cats, know that I was strapped wit gats when you were cuddlin a Cabbage Patch
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 mother****ers 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 mother****ers act like they forgot about Dre