[Сергей]
Yall know me, still the same o.g., but I been low key
Hated on by most these niggaz 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 its 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 yall think ima 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-es, ice cubes, and d.o.cs
The snoop d-o-double-gs
And the group that said mother-"fuck tha police"
Gave you a tape full of dope beats
To bump when you stroll through in your hood
And when your album sales wasnt doin too good
Whos the doctor they told you to go see?
Yall better listen up closely
All you niggaz that said that I turned pop, or the firm flopped
Yall are the reason that dre aint been gettin no sleep
So fuck yall, all of yall; if yall dont like me, blow me!
Yall are gonna keep fuckin around wit me
And turn me back to the old me
[Еminem]
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
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 dont give a fuck if its dark or not
Im harder than me tryin to park a dodge
When Im drunk as fuck
Right next to a humungous truck in a two-car garage {*crunch*}
Hoppin out wit two broken legs, tryin to walk it off
"fuck you too bitch, call the cops!"
Ima 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
Wit a can full of gas and a hand full of matches
And still werent found out (right here)
From here on out its the chronic 2
Startin today and tomorrows the new
And Im still loco enough
To choke you to death wit a charleston chew
{*eminems vocal turntable*}
Slim shady - hotter then a set of twin babie
In a mercedes benz wit the windows up
When the temp goes up to the mid 80s
Callin men ladies; sorry doc but I been crazy
Theres no way that you can save me
Its okay, go with him hailey (da-da? )
Chorus
[Сергей]
If it was up to me, you muhfuckers would stop comin up to me
Wit your hands out lookin up to me, like you want somethin free
When my last cd was out, you wasnt bumpin me
But now that I got this little company
Everybody wanna come to me like it was some disease
But you wont get a crumb from me
Cause Im 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 aint 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
Тryin to get this damn label off?
I aint havin that; this is the millenium of aftermath
It aint gon be nothin after that
So give me one more platinum plaque
And fuck rap! you can have it back
So wheres all the madd rappers at?
Its 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
