Still D.R.E.
Yea nigga
Still fuckin wichya
Still waters run deep
Still Snoop Dogg and D-R-E, '99
Nigga (Guess who's back)
Still, still doing that shit, huh Dre?
Oh for sho', check me out It's still Dre Day nigga, A.K. nigga Though
I've grown a 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" (nigga) They want to know if he still
got it They say rap's changed, they want to know how I feel about it If
you ain't up on pace Dr. Dre is the name, I'm ahead of my game Still,
puffing my leafs, still fuck with the beats Still not loving police (Uh
huh) Still rock my khakis with a cuff and a crease (fo sho) Still got
love for the streets, repping 213 (fo life) Still the beats bang, still
doing my thang Since I left, ain't too much changed, still I'm representing
for them gangstas all across the world (Still) Hitting them corners in
them low low's girl Still taking my time to perfect the beat And I still
got love for the streets, it's the D-R- Since the last time you heard
from me I lost some friends Well, hell, me and Snoop, we dipping again
Kept my ear to the streets, signed Eminem He's triple platinum, doing
50 a week Still, stay close to the heat And even when I was close to defeat,
I rose to my feet My life is like a soundtrack I wrote to the beat Treat
my rap like Cali weed, I smoke til I sleep Wake up in the A.M., compose
a beat I bring the fire til you're soaking in your seat It's not a fluke,
it's been tried, I'm the troop It's "Turn Out the Lights" from the World
Class Wreckin' Cru I'm still at it, After-mathematic In the home of drivebys
and ak-matics Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic I dip through
then I get skin, D-R-E It ain't nothing but more hot shit Another classic
CD for y'all to vibe with Whether you're cooling on a corner with your
fly bitch (beyotch) Laid back in the shack, play this track I'm representing
for the gangstas all across the world Still (Hitting them corners in them
low low's girl) I'll break your neck, damn near put your face in your
lap Niggas try to be the king but the ace is back So if you ain't up on
thangs Dr. Dre be the name still running the game Still got it wrapped
like a mummy Still ain't tripping, 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 living hard Barbeques every day, driving fancy cars Still
gon' get mine regardless Like that, right back up in ya motherfucking
ass '95 plus four pennies! Add that shit up, D-R-E right back up on top
of thangs Smoke some with your dog No stress, no seeds, no stems, no sticks!
Some of that real sticky icky icky Oooh wee! Put it in the air Oh you's
a fool D.R.
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