[Chorus: Eminem]

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

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

[Verse 1: Eminem]

So what do you say to somebody you hate (What?)

Or anyone tryna bring trouble your way?

Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way? (Yup)

Just study a tape of N.W.A

One day, I was walkin' by

With a Walkman on, when I caught a guy

Gavе me an awkward eye (What you lookin' at?)

And stranglеd him up in the parking lot with his Karl Kani

I don't give a fuck if it's dark or not

I'm harder than me tryna park a Dodge

When I'm drunk as fuck

Right next to a humongous truck in a two-car garage

Hoppin' out with two broken legs, tryna walk it off

Fuck you too, bitch, call the cops

I'ma 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

With a can full of gas and a hand full of matches

And still weren't found out (Right here)

So from here on out, it's the Chronic II

Startin' today and tomorrow's anew

And I'm still loco enough to choke you to death with a Charleston Chew

Chicka-chicka-chicka Slim Shady

Hotter than a set of twin babies

In a Mercedes Benz with the windows up

When the temp goes up to the mid-eighties

Callin' men ladies

Sorry Doc, but I been crazy

There's no way that you can save me

It's okay, go with him, Hailie (Dada?)

[Chorus: Eminem]

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

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

[Verse 2: Dr. Dre]

If it was up to me, you motherfuckers'd stop

Comin' up to me with 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 'em 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

With a pen and a pad tryin' to get this damn label off?

I ain't havin' that

This is the millennium of Aftermath

It ain't gon' be nothin' after that

So give me one more platinum plaque and fuck 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 strapped with gats

While you were cuddlin' a Cabbage Patch

[Chorus: Eminem]

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

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