Still D.R.E.

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Lyrics of Still DRE

[Produced by Dr. Dre, Scott Storch and Mel-Man]

[Intro: Snoop Dogg & Dr. Dre]
Yeah, nigga, we still fucking with you

Beware of sleeping water
Always Snoop Dogg and DRE.
’99, nigga, Guess who’s back
You still do that shit, huh, Dre?
Oh for sho’
Yeah
check me out

[Verse 1: Dr. Dre & Snoop Dogg]
It’s still Dr Day nigga, AK nigga
Although I’ve grown a lot, I can’t keep it home much
‘Cause when I hit the spots that I’m known to rock
You hear the truck bass when I’m on the block
Ladies they pay homage but haters say Dre fell
How? ‘Or’ What? Nigga, my last album was The Chronicle (nigga)

They want to know if he still has it
They say rap changed, they wanna know how I feel about it

(If you don’t know)
Dr. Dre is the name, I’m ahead of my game

I still eat my sheets, I still fuck the beats
I still don’t like the font (Huh-uh)

Always rock my khakis with a cuff and a crease (For sh’)
I still have love for the streets, representing 213 (For life)
Still the beats bang, I still do my thing
Since I left, it hasn’t changed too much, always

[Chorus: Snoop Dogg & Dr. Dre]
I represent for them the gangstas of the whole world
(Always) Hit the corners in these low-lows, girl
I always take my time to perfect the rhythm
And I still got street love, that’s the DRE.

I represent for them the gangstas of the whole world
(Always) Hit the corners in these low-lows, girl
I always take my time to perfect the rhythm
And I still got street love, that’s the DRE.

[Verse 2: Dr. Dre]
Since the last time you heard from me, I’ve lost friends
Well, shit, me and Snoop, we’re still dipping
I kept my ear in the street, signed Eminem
He’s triple platinum, he makes 50 a week
Still I stay close to the heat
And even when I was close to defeat, I stood up
My life is like a soundtrack I wrote to the beat
Treat rap like California weed: I smoke till I sleep
Wake up in the morning, dial a beat
I bring the fire till you soak in your seat
It’s no accident, it’s been tried, I’m the truth
From World Class Wreckin Cru’s “Turn Out the Lights”
I’m still there, after math
In the house of drive-bys and ak-matics
Swap Dating, Sticky Green and Bad Traffic

I dip, then I give you (Always) DRE.

[Chorus: Snoop Dogg & Dr. Dre]
I represent for them the gangstas of the whole world
(Always) Hit the corners in these low-lows, girl
I always take my time to perfect the rhythm
And I still got street love, that’s the DRE.

I represent for them the gangstas of the whole world
(Always) Hit the corners in these low-lows, girl
I always take my time to perfect the rhythm
And I still got street love, that’s the DRE.

[Verse 3: Dr. Dre & Snoop Dogg]
This ain’t nothing but hot shit
Another classic CD to rock with you
Calm down around the corner with your bitch flies (Biatch)
Laid back in the shack, play this track
I represent gangstas around the world
Always (Hit the corners in these stockings, girl)
I’ll break your neck, damn close to put your face in your lap
Niggas tryna be king, but the ace is back
(So if you are not aware)
Dr Dre be the name (What?), still running the game
I always wrapped him up like a mummy
I still ain’t trippin’, love to see young niggas making money
Spend time out the hood, take their moms out the hood
Hit my boys with jobs, no more hard life (Nah, no)
Barbecues every day, driving fancy cars (Eh eh)
I’ll always have mine regardless (always)

[Chorus: Snoop Dogg (& Dr. Dre)]
I represent for them the gangstas of the whole world
(Always) Hit the corners in these low-lows, girl
I always take my time to perfect the rhythm
And I still got street love, that’s the DRE.

I represent for them the gangstas of the whole world
(Always) Hit the corners in these low-lows, girl
I always take my time to perfect the rhythm
And I still got street love, that’s the DRE.

I represent for them the gangstas of the whole world
(Always) Hit the corners in these low-lows, girl
I always take my time to perfect the rhythm
And I still got street love, that’s the DRE.

[Outro: Snoop Dogg]
Back in your fucking ass
9-5 plus four cents, add that shit
DRE right on top of the stuff
Smoke a little with your Dogg
No stress, no seeds, no stems, no sticks!
Some of that real sticky-icky-icky
Oh bad! Put it up!
Well you’re a fool, DR
Ha-ha

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