Dr. Dre feat. Snoop Dogg – Still D.R.E.

Still D.R.E. lyrics

Guess who’s back

Oh for sho’

Check me out

It’s still Dre Day nigga, A.K. nigga

Before I chrome the lot, can’t keep it home a lot

’Cause when I frequent the spots that I’m known to rock

You hear the bass from the trunk when I’m on the block

Ladies, they pay homage, but haters say Dre fell off

How?

Nigga, my last album was “The Chronic”

They wanna know if he still got it

They say rap’s changed

They wanna know how I feel about it

Dr. Dre is the name, I’m ahead of my game

Still, puffin’ my leaves, still fuck with the beats

Still not lovin’ police

Still rock my khakis with a cuff and a crease

Still got love for the streets, reppin’ 213

Still the beat bangs, still doin’ my thang

Since I left, ain’t too much changed, still

Still

Still takin’ my time to perfect the beat

And I still got love for the streets, it’s the D.R.E.

Still

Still takin’ my time to perfect the beat

And I still got love for the streets, it’s the D.R.E.

Since the last time you heard from me I lost some friends

Well, hell, me and Snoop, we dippin’ again

Kept my ear to the streets, signed Eminem

He’s triple plat’num, doin’ fifty a week

Still, I stay close to the heat

And even when I was close to defeat

I rose to my feet

My life’s like a soundtrack I wrote to the beat

Treat rap like Cali weed

I smoke till I sleep

Wake up in the A.M., compose a beat

I bring the fire till you’re soakin’ in your seat

It’s not a fluke, it’s been tried, I’m the truth

Since “Turn Out the Lights”

From the World Class Wreckin’ Cru

I’m still at it, after mathematics

In the home of drive-bys and ak-matics

Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic

I dip through then I give you D.R.E.

Still

Still takin’ my time to perfect the beat

And I still got love for the streets, it’s the D.R.E.

Still

Still takin’ my time to perfect the beat

And I still got love for the streets, it’s the D.R.E.

It ain’t nothin’ but more hot shit

Another classic CD for y’all to vibe with

Whether you’re coolin’ on a corner wit’ your fly bitch

Laid back in the shack, play this track

I’m representin’ for the gangsters all across the world

Still

I’ll break your neck

Damn near put your face in your lap

Niggas try to be the king, but the ace is back

Dr.Dre be the name still runnin’ the game

Still got it wrapped like a mummy

Still ain’t trippin’ love to see young blacks get money

Spend time out the hood

Take they moms out the hood

Hit my boys off with jobs

No more livin’ hard

Barbecues every day

Drivin’ fancy cars

Still gonna get mine regardless

Still

Still takin’ my time to perfect the beat

And I still got love for the streets, it’s the D.R.E.

Still

Still takin’ my time to perfect the beat

And I still got love for the streets, it’s the D.R.E.

Still

Still takin’ my time to perfect the beat

And I still got love for the streets, it’s the D.R.E.

Yeah, nigga

We’re still fuckin’ wit’ you

Still waters run deep

Still Snoop Dogg and D.R.E.

Nine-nine, nigga

Still, still doin’ that shit, huh Dre?

Yeah

Nigga

If you ain’t up on thangs

Huh-uh

For sho’

For life

I’m representin’ for the gangsters all across the world

Hittin’ them corners in them low-low’s, girl

I’m representin’ for the gangsters all across the world

Hittin’ them corners in them low-low’s, girl

I’m representin’ for the gangsters all across the world

Hittin’ them corners in them low-low’s, girl

I’m representin’ for the gangsters all across the world

Hittin’ them corners in them low-low’s, girl

Biatch

Laid back in the shack, play this track

Hittin’ them corners in them low-low’s, girl

So if you ain’t up on thangs

What?

Hey, hey

Still

I’m representin’ for the gangsters all across the world

Hittin’ them corners in them low-low’s, girl

I’m representin’ for the gangsters all across the world

Hittin’ them corners in them low-low’s, girl

I’m representin’ for the gangsters all across the world

Hittin’ them corners in them low-low’s, girl

Right back up in ya mothafuckin’ ass

9-5 plus four pennies

Add that shit up

D.R.E. right back on top of thangs

Smoke some wit’ your dog

No stress, no seeds, no stems, no sticks!

Some of that real sticky-icky-icky

Ooh wee!

Put it in the air

Well, you’s a fool, D.R.