Texty:
Dr Dre Forget About Dre

off the middle man Forget him or your gonna end up in the hospital again And this time it won?t be for the Ritalin binge Forget them other men, girl

philosopher 1993, hip-hop is uhh, wack Go back, check the facts 1994, return of the Boom Bap It wasn't all about the loot It was all about Harry Allen

J] [chorus:] [You wanna know why...because...] I'm on the... [Radio (echo) _ Chuck D] [Dr.Dre: Yeah, ruthless radio is in effect, Dr.Dre and Yella boy is in ya system. And right about

was us. Dre: Yo, give 'em what I gotta give, do 'em what I gotto do, You don't care for me, so who gives a fuck about you. You can't harm me, alarm

, fuck the police! [Fuck them motherfuckers!] Fuck, fuck, fuck the police! [Get paid back] You're motherfucking right, yo Verse One: Dr. Dre Fuck the

fittin, makin ya feel so good' When I bump this gospel music in your hood, Inglewood West Covina, Pasadena, then take it to my gente, in Puente I can't forget about

And dad moved back to the other side of 8 mile on Novara And that's when daddy went to California with his CD And met Dr. Dre and flew you and Mama out

m sayin'? Oh, oh, oh Luke, I didn't forget about you, beatch! Really though, yo, Death Row's in the motherfuckin' house Running the 9-3, you know, yeah But right about

an No faggot come here actin like dis Oh lawd, oh lawd, hahaha Yes Kurupt, huge, you're large Nigga Daz an de crew Snoop Dogg, big up, everytime, eazy Dr. Dre