Hip Hop Translator: Forgot About Dre

Yes, I'm premiering yet another new segment. I'm big up with the segments lately, from my whole "The Entire Internet in Review" dealie to my "Back to the Fifties" gimmick. And hell, if you notice, even that "Profiles in Obscurity" from last week seemed like something I would continue to write segments of. This should be no different.

The point of this segment is to translate the lyrics from popular hip hop and rap tracks [I won't degrade us both by calling them songs] from their current "ebonics" state to a more understandable "perfect english" state. Or at least as perfect english as I talk.

So here is the first installment of the Hip Hop Translator, Dr. Dre's track, featuring Eminem, "Forgot About Dre." Enjoy!

Forgot About Dre
Lyrics: Translation:

[Dr Dre]

Ya'll know me still the same ol' G I'm Dr Dre

But I been low key You haven't seen me lately

Hated on by most these niggas Lots of people don't like me

Wit no cheese, no deals and no G's, no wheels and no keys Especially poor people

No boats, no snowmobiles and no ski's Or even people that aren't incredibly rich

Mad at me cause There is a reason these people don't like me:

I can finally afford to provide my family wit groceries With one day's salary I can buy caviar for my mom, grandmom, all seven aunts, numerous cousins, and my fifteen kids whose mother I am not married to

Got a crib wit a studio and it's all full of tracks I'm so rich there is a recording studio in my house

To add to the wall full of plaques I was very successful in the past

Hangin up in the office in back of my house like trophies I need these tracks to prove that I am better than you

But ya'll think I'm gonna let my dough freeze I'm not gonna stop making money just because I am richer than the entire population of Michigan

Ho Please I need to have sex with a prostitute

You better bow down on both knees Give me oral pleasure

Who you think taught you to smoke trees I invented smoking pot

Who you think brought you the o' G's I am responsible for all classic rap ever

Eazy-E's Ice Cube's and D.O.C's and Snoop D O double G's I am responsible for the success of these people

And a group that said muthafuck the police I'm also responsible for everything done by NWA, even though I was only 1/4 of it

Gave you a tape full of dope beats My albums are very good

The bomb weed stroll through in you hood My music is good to listen to while smoking pot at home

And when your album sales wasn't doin too good Any album without my name on it will not sell

Who's the doc that he told you to go see See, I told you, if it doesn't say "DRE" on it, nobody will listen to it

Ya'll better listen up closely Listen to what I am about to say

All you niggas that said that I turned pop Especially those of you who think my music has started to suck

Or the Firm flop I am impotent

ya'll are the reason Dre ain't been getting no sleep I sit awake at night thinking about you

So fuck ya'll all of ya'll I want to have sex with all of you

If ya'll don't like me blow me It turns me on that you don't like me

Ya'll are gonna keep fuckin around wit me If you keep turning me on like this

And turn me back to the old me I will have to rape you

Chorus x2 [Eminem]

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say In the world today everyone thinks that what they are saying is important

But nothin comes out when they move they lips But in reality, it really isn't

Just a buncha gibberish In fact what they say doesn't even make sense

And muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre Lots of people think Dre isn't very important

[Eminem]

So what do you say to somebody you hate What do you say to Dr Dre?

Or anybody tryna bring trouble your way or anyone else that you just don't like

Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way when words aren't enough, kill people

Just study your tape of NWA listen to NWA, and use their advice to kill

One day I was walkin by The other day I was taking a walk

Wit a walkmen on listening to some music

When I caught a guy givin me an awkward eye I didn't like the way a man was looking at me

And strangled him off in the parkin lot wit his Karl Kani And so I brutally killed him

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

I'm harder than me tryna park a Dodge Dre gets me hard

But I'm drunk as fuck everything is normal

Right next to a humungous truck in a two car garage I've broken into someone else's garage

Hoppin out wit two broken legs tryna walk it off By stating a paradox I am trying to seem cool

Fuck you too bitch call the cops I don't care if you call the police on me

I'ma kill you and them loud ass muthafuckin barkin dogs I will kill you and your pets

And when the cops came through Eventually the cops finally arrived

Me and Dre stood next to a burnt down house Dre and I were smoking up and dropped a joint

Wit a can full of gas and a hand full of matches Or we just burnt the house down intentionally

And still one found out We didn't know what wasw happening, either because we were high or because we're idiots

From here on out it's the Chronic 2 I want to associate myself with Dre, because like he said in the first verse, he is the only way to make money

Startin today and tomorrows the new tomorrow is the day after today, I think

And I'm still loco and nuts I used to like nuts and I still do

To choke you to death wit a Charleston chew because I want to kill you with an inferior candy bar

Slim shady hotter then a set of twin babies [AAH I HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA WHAT THE HELL THIS IS SUPPOSED TO MEAN!!!!!!!]

In a Mercedes Benz wit the windows up I drive a Benz and you don't

And the temp goes up to the mid 80's I used to be a weather man

Callin men ladies I cannot tell the difference between women and men. I will have sex with either

Sorry Doc but I been crazy I was crazy before I met Dr Dre

There is no way that you can save me You can't stop me from being a total jackass

It's ok go with him Hailey I am offering my daughter to you as your personal prostitute, Dr Dre

Chorus x2

[Dr Dre]

If it was up to me I wish I was God

You muthafuckas would stop comin up to me People shouldn't talk to me. ever.

Wit your hands out lookin up to me Even though I spent the entire first verse telling you why you should come to me for success, I'm now telling you not to

Like you want somethin free I don't give stuff away, it will cost you hot man sex

When my last cd was out you wasn't bumpin me My last CD was so bad I couldn't even fuck bitches

But now that I got this little company Now that I am rich, however, it's different

Everybody wanna come to me like it was some disease People want me more than they want syphilis

But you won't get a crumb from me I will not give you any stuff

Cause I'm from the streets of Contrary to this entire song, I am from the streets

I told em all I have repeatedly stated

All them little gangstas To every other gangsta rapper alive

Who you think helped mold 'em all that all their success was completely my fault

Now you wanna run around and talk about guns Now my contemporaries like to sing about firearms

Like I ain't got none And they claim that I don't have any guns

What you think I sold 'em all Even though I apparently used to have many many guns

Cause I stay well off In fact, if guns were used as currency, I would be Bill Gates

Now all I get is hate mail all day sayin Dre fell off Nobody likes me, because they don't know about my secret gun stockpile

What cause I been in the lab wit a pen and a pad I've been in the private studio in my luxuriosly large house

Tryna get this damn label off Trying to prove that I am not sold out

I ain't havin that I refuse to accept the tennets of the hate mail I have received

This is the millenium of Aftermath Hopefully my last CD wil sell this millenium

It ain't gonna be nothin after that I will then stop making records, but only if there truly is a God

So give me one more platinum plaque and fuck rap Once my record goes platinum I will shut the fuck up

You can have it back Talented rappers can take the industry back

So where's all the mad rappers at Why are there no good rappers anymore?

It's like a jungle in this habitat It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder how I keep from going under

But all you savage cats All of the popular people on the street

Knew that I was strapped wit gats Were aware that I had many many guns

When you were cuddled wit cabbage patch Back when they were small children

Chorus x3

**Forgot About Dre**
Lyrics:	Translation:
[Dr Dre]
Ya'll know me still the same ol' G	I'm Dr Dre
But I been low key	You haven't seen me lately
Hated on by most these niggas	Lots of people don't like me
Wit no cheese, no deals and no G's, no wheels and no keys	Especially poor people
No boats, no snowmobiles and no ski's	Or even people that aren't incredibly rich
Mad at me cause	There is a reason these people don't like me:
I can finally afford to provide my family wit groceries	With one day's salary I can buy caviar for my mom, grandmom, all seven aunts, numerous cousins, and my fifteen kids whose mother I am not married to
Got a crib wit a studio and it's all full of tracks	I'm so rich there is a recording studio in my house
To add to the wall full of plaques	I was very successful in the past
Hangin up in the office in back of my house like trophies	I need these tracks to prove that I am better than you
But ya'll think I'm gonna let my dough freeze	I'm not gonna stop making money just because I am richer than the entire population of Michigan
Ho Please	I need to have sex with a prostitute
You better bow down on both knees	Give me oral pleasure
Who you think taught you to smoke trees	I invented smoking pot
Who you think brought you the o' G's	I am responsible for all classic rap ever
Eazy-E's Ice Cube's and D.O.C's and Snoop D O double G's	I am responsible for the success of these people
And a group that said muthafuck the police	I'm also responsible for everything done by NWA, even though I was only 1/4 of it
Gave you a tape full of dope beats	My albums are very good
The bomb weed stroll through in you hood	My music is good to listen to while smoking pot at home
And when your album sales wasn't doin too good	Any album without my name on it will not sell
Who's the doc that he told you to go see	See, I told you, if it doesn't say "DRE" on it, nobody will listen to it
Ya'll better listen up closely	Listen to what I am about to say
All you niggas that said that I turned pop	Especially those of you who think my music has started to suck
Or the Firm flop	I am impotent
ya'll are the reason Dre ain't been getting no sleep	I sit awake at night thinking about you
So fuck ya'll all of ya'll	I want to have sex with all of you
If ya'll don't like me blow me	It turns me on that you don't like me
Ya'll are gonna keep fuckin around wit me	If you keep turning me on like this
And turn me back to the old me	I will have to rape you
Chorus x2 [Eminem]
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say	In the world today everyone thinks that what they are saying is important
But nothin comes out when they move they lips	But in reality, it really isn't
Just a buncha gibberish	In fact what they say doesn't even make sense
And muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre	Lots of people think Dre isn't very important
[Eminem]
So what do you say to somebody you hate	What do you say to Dr Dre?
Or anybody tryna bring trouble your way	or anyone else that you just don't like
Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way	when words aren't enough, kill people
Just study your tape of NWA	listen to NWA, and use their advice to kill
One day I was walkin by	The other day I was taking a walk
Wit a walkmen on	listening to some music
When I caught a guy givin me an awkward eye	I didn't like the way a man was looking at me
And strangled him off in the parkin lot wit his Karl Kani	And so I brutally killed him
I don't give a fuck if it's dark or not	I have night vision
I'm harder than me tryna park a Dodge	Dre gets me hard
But I'm drunk as fuck	everything is normal
Right next to a humungous truck in a two car garage	I've broken into someone else's garage
Hoppin out wit two broken legs tryna walk it off	By stating a paradox I am trying to seem cool
Fuck you too bitch call the cops	I don't care if you call the police on me
I'ma kill you and them loud ass muthafuckin barkin dogs	I will kill you and your pets
And when the cops came through	Eventually the cops finally arrived
Me and Dre stood next to a burnt down house	Dre and I were smoking up and dropped a joint
Wit a can full of gas and a hand full of matches	Or we just burnt the house down intentionally
And still one found out	We didn't know what wasw happening, either because we were high or because we're idiots
From here on out it's the Chronic 2	I want to associate myself with Dre, because like he said in the first verse, he is the only way to make money
Startin today and tomorrows the new	tomorrow is the day after today, I think
And I'm still loco and nuts	I used to like nuts and I still do
To choke you to death wit a Charleston chew	because I want to kill you with an inferior candy bar
Slim shady hotter then a set of twin babies	[AAH I HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA WHAT THE HELL THIS IS SUPPOSED TO MEAN!!!!!!!]
In a Mercedes Benz wit the windows up	I drive a Benz and you don't
And the temp goes up to the mid 80's	I used to be a weather man
Callin men ladies	I cannot tell the difference between women and men. I will have sex with either
Sorry Doc but I been crazy	I was crazy before I met Dr Dre
There is no way that you can save me	You can't stop me from being a total jackass
It's ok go with him Hailey	I am offering my daughter to you as your personal prostitute, Dr Dre
Chorus x2
[Dr Dre]
If it was up to me	I wish I was God
You muthafuckas would stop comin up to me	People shouldn't talk to me. ever.
Wit your hands out lookin up to me	Even though I spent the entire first verse telling you why you should come to me for success, I'm now telling you not to
Like you want somethin free	I don't give stuff away, it will cost you hot man sex
When my last cd was out you wasn't bumpin me	My last CD was so bad I couldn't even fuck bitches
But now that I got this little company	Now that I am rich, however, it's different
Everybody wanna come to me like it was some disease	People want me more than they want syphilis
But you won't get a crumb from me	I will not give you any stuff
Cause I'm from the streets of	Contrary to this entire song, I am from the streets
I told em all	I have repeatedly stated
All them little gangstas	To every other gangsta rapper alive
Who you think helped mold 'em all	that all their success was completely my fault
Now you wanna run around and talk about guns	Now my contemporaries like to sing about firearms
Like I ain't got none	And they claim that I don't have any guns
What you think I sold 'em all	Even though I apparently used to have many many guns
Cause I stay well off	In fact, if guns were used as currency, I would be Bill Gates
Now all I get is hate mail all day sayin Dre fell off	Nobody likes me, because they don't know about my secret gun stockpile
What cause I been in the lab wit a pen and a pad	I've been in the private studio in my luxuriosly large house
Tryna get this damn label off	Trying to prove that I am not sold out
I ain't havin that	I refuse to accept the tennets of the hate mail I have received
This is the millenium of Aftermath	Hopefully my last CD wil sell this millenium
It ain't gonna be nothin after that	I will then stop making records, but only if there truly is a God
So give me one more platinum plaque and fuck rap	Once my record goes platinum I will shut the fuck up
You can have it back	Talented rappers can take the industry back
So where's all the mad rappers at	Why are there no good rappers anymore?
It's like a jungle in this habitat	It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder how I keep from going under
But all you savage cats	All of the popular people on the street
Knew that I was strapped wit gats	Were aware that I had many many guns
When you were cuddled wit cabbage patch	Back when they were small children
Chorus x3

So there you have it, the full translation of Forgot About Dre. Damn, that took a long time. There are more lyrics in a rap song than you would think. I'm pretty damn tired of writing that right now. Now I'm gonna go take a final. I will leave you with a quote from an episode of Saturday Night Live that came on while I was writing this:

Hello Exclamation Point, I've always wanted to make love to a woman with punctuational nomenclature.
--Dieter on SNL

--Scuba Steve, May 1, 2001

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