Still dre lyrics

Still dre lyrics

Yeah, nigga, we’re still fucking with you

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 sure

Yeah

Check me out

It’s still Dre Day nigga, AK 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 truck 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 wanna know if he still got it

They say rap’s changed, they wanna know how I feel about it

(If you ain’t up on things)

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

Still puffing my leaves, still fuck with the beats

Still not loving police (Huh-uh)

Still rock my khakis with a cuff and a crease (For sure)

Still got love for the streets, repping 213 (For life)

Still the beats bang, still doing my thing

Since I left ain’t too much changed, still

I’m representing for them gangsters all across the world

(Still) Hitting them corners in them low-lows, girl

Still taking my time to perfect the beat

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

I’m representing for them gangsters all across the world

(Still) Hitting them corners in them low-lows, girl

Still taking 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 dipping again

Kept my ear to the streets, signed Eminem

He’s triple platinum, doing 50 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 ’til I’m ‘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 truth

Since “Turn Out the Lights” from the World Class Wrecking Crew

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 (Still) D.R.E

I’m representing for them gangsters all across the world

(Still) Hitting them corners in them low-lows, girl

Still taking my time to perfect the beat

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

I’m representing for them gangsters all across the world

(Still) Hitting them corners in them low-lows, girl

Still taking my time to perfect the beat

And I still got love for the streets, it’s the 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 the corner with your fly bitch (Bitch)

Laid-back in the shack, play this track

I’m representing for the gangsters all across the world

Still (Hitting them corners in them low-lows, 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 things)

Dr. Dre be the name (What?), 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 (Nah, nah)

Barbeques every day, driving fancy cars (Hey, hey)

Still gon’ get mine regardless (Still)

I’m representing for them gangsters all across the world

(Still) Hitting them corners in them low-lows, girl

Still taking my time to perfect the beat

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

I’m representing for them gangsters all across the world

(Still) Hitting them corners in them low-lows, girl

Still taking my time to perfect the beat

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

I’m representing for them gangsters all across the world

(Still) Hitting them corners in them low-lows, girl

Still taking my time to perfect the beat

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

Right back up in your motherfucking ass

9-5 plus four pennies, add that shit up

D.R.E. right back up on top of things

Smoke some with your Dogg

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, ha-ha


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