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conversations.value: Write me a song called Forgot About Dre with the following description: “Forgot About Dre” was released as the second single from Dr. Dre’s 2001 album, and it was his statement to anyone feeling like his production suffered after his escape from Death Row in 1996. During an interview with MTV, Dre spoke about the song’s concept:
  ‘Forgot About Dre’: The song is basically about the little period of time I went through in between records, and what people out in the street were saying about me, about, you know, how I fell off and how I couldn’t do it anymore, and all this nonsense. So this is just a response to that. That’s all it is. Period.
  Eminem not only features on the track, he also wrote almost all of the lyrics, including the majority of Dre’s verses. This is rather obvious given the rapid flow, jam-packed with multisyllabic assonance—a marked departure from Dre’s usual style. Dre talked about how the song came together:
  This is actually one of the few times where the lyrics were written before the track. Eminem actually wrote that. He came in and was like, ‘I got this song I wrote for you.’ So, we had the problem of trying to figure out what the track was gonna be to the lyrics, and it was a little bit difficult because I’m doing it that way. But we made it happen.
  The single peaked at #25 on the US Billboard Hot 100 and #3 on the Rhythmic Top 40 charts, while also achieving platinum status in the United Kingdom. This track brought in a Grammy for Best Rap Performance By A Duo Or Group in 2001 and also won for Best Rap Video at the MTV Video Music Awards in 2000. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Verse 1: Dr. Dre]
  Y'all know me, still the same OG
  But I been low-key
  Hated on by most these niggas
  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
  Hangin' up in the office and back at my house like trophies
  Did y'all think I'ma 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-E's, Ice Cube's, and D.O.C.'s
  The Snoop D-O-double-G's
  And the group that said, "Motherfuck 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 doin' too good
  Who's the Doctor they told you to go see?
  Y'all better listen up closely
  All you niggas that said that I turned pop or The Firm flopped
  Y'all are the reason that Dre ain't been gettin' no sleep
  So fuck y'all, all of y'all!
  If y'all don't like me, blow me!
  Y'all are gon' keep fuckin' around with me and turn me back to the old me [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: 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
  Gave me an awkward eye ('Chu lookin' at?)
  And strangled 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-80s
  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 3: 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 weren'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 
  C-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
  [Outro: 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