[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 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 ya·ll think I·m gonna 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 o· G·s


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


The bomb weed 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


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 getting 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 wït me


And turn me back to the old me