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Forgot About Dre (Clean Version) is an iconic hip-hop masterpiece by American rapper-producer Dr. Dre, featuring the remarkable vocal and songwriting talents of Eminem. Released on February 1, 1999, as the second single from Dre’s acclaimed 2001 (1999) album, the track defiantly addresses critics who doubted Dre’s return to music after a hiatus. Eminem’s verse stands out with its blistering rapid flow and clever multisyllabic rhymes. Achieving commercial success, the song peaked at number two on the Billboard Hot 100 chart in the United States and received a Grammy nomination for Best Rap Solo Performance in 2000. Directed by Philip G. Atwell, the music video, released on January 9, 2000, showcases Dr. Dre and Eminem’s commanding presence as they rap in various Los Angeles locations, with a cameo by rapper Hittman on the B-side. “Forgot About Dre” holds a revered status in hip-hop history due to its outstanding production, Eminem’s verse, and its profound impact on the culture. Fun facts about the song include its title referencing a line from Eminem’s “My Name Is” and how the beat was originally intended for Snoop Dogg. Notably, the music video was impressively shot in just two days and earned the MTV Video Music Award for Best Rap Video in 2000. Dr. Dre, Eminem ‘s Forgot About Dre Clean lyrics are provided below.

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Native Script

Y’all know me, still the same O.G, but I been low-key
Hated on by most these ni**** 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
Hanging up in the office in back of my house like trophies
Did y’all think I’ma let my dough freeze
Please, you better bow down on both knees
Who you think taught you to sm*** trees?
Who you think brought you the oldies?
Eazy-E’s, Ice Cubes, and D.O.C’s
The Snoop D-O-double-G’s, and the group that said
“Mother**** 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 doing too good
Who’s the Doctor they told you to go see?

Y’all better listen up closely
All you ni**** that said that I turned pop or The Firm flopped
Y’all are the reason that Dre ain’t been getting no sleep
So fu** y’all, all of y’all, if y’all don’t like me…
Y’all are gonna keep fu***** around with me and turn me back to the old me

Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
But nothing comes out when they move their lips
Just a bunch of gibberish
And mother******* act like they forgot about Dre

So what do you say to somebody you hate? (What?)
Or anyone tryna bring trouble your way
Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way?
Then just study a tape of N.W.A.
One day, I was walking by with a Walkman on
When I caught a guy give me an awkward eye
And I str****** him up in the parking lot with his Karl Kani

I don’t give a fu** if it’s dark or not
I’m harder than me tryna park a Dodge
When I’m drunk as fu**
Right next to a humongous truck in a two-car garage

Hopping out with two broken legs trying to walk it off
Fu** you too b****, call the cops
I’ma kill you and them loud-a** m************ barking 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 handful of matches
And still weren’t found out
From here on out, it’s the Chronic II
Starting today and tomorrow’s anew
And I’m still loco enough
To ch*** you to de*** with a Charleston Chew

Chika-chika-chika-Slim Shady
Hotter then a set of twin babies
In a Mercedes-Benz with the windows up
When the temp goes up to the mid-80s
Calling men ladies, “Sorry, Doc, but I been crazy
There’s no way that you can save me
It’s okay, go with him Hailie”

Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
But nothing comes out when they move their lips
Just a bunch of gibberish
And mother******* act like they forgot about Dre

If it was up to me, you mot*********** would stop coming up to me
With your hands out looking up to me like you want something free
When my last CD was out, you wasn’t bumping 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!)

I told ’em all, all them little gangstas
Who you think helped mold ’em all?
Now you wanna run around talking ’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 saying, “Dre fell off?”
What? ‘Cause I been in the lab with a pen and a pad
Tryin’ to get this da** label off

I ain’t havin’ that, this is the millennium of Aftermath
It ain’t gonna be nothin’ after that
So give me one more platinum plaque and fu** 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 st****** with ga**
While you were cuddling a Cabbage Patch

Nowadays, everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
But nothing comes out when they move their lips
Just a bunch of gibberish
And mother******* act like they forgot about Dre

Forgot About Dre (Clean Version) Song Details:

Album :	Forgot About Dre (Clean Version)
Singer(s) :	Eminem
Lyricist(s) :	Andre Romell Young, Melvin Bradford
Composers(s) :	Andre Romell Young, Melvin Bradford
Genre(s) :	Hip-Hop/Rap
Music Label :	Interscope Records
Starring :	Dr. Dre, Eminem