Still Snoop Dogg and D-R-E (Guess whos back)
Still, still doing that shit, right?
Oh for sho, check me out
Its still Dre Day, A.K.
Before I chrome the lot, cant keep it home a lot
Cause when I frequent the spots that Im known to rock
You hear the bass from the trunk when Im on the block
Ladies, they pay homage, but haters say Dre fell off
How? My last album was "The Chronic"
They want to know if he still got it
They say raps changed, they want to know how I feel about it
If you aint up on pace
Dr. Dre is the name, Im ahead of my game
Still, puffing my leafs, still with the beats
Still not loving police (Uh huh)
Still rock my khakis with a cuff and a crease
Still got love for the streets, repping 213
Still the beat bangs, still doing my thang
Since I left, aint too much changed, still
Chorus:
Im representing for them gangstas 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, its the D-R-E
Since the last time you heard from me I lost a friend
Well, hell, me and Snoop, we dipping again
Kept my ear to the streets, signed Eminem
Hes 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 youre soaking in your seat
Its not a fluke, its been tried, Im the troop
Its "Turn Out the Lights" from the World Class Wreckin Cru
Im 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 aint nothing but more hot shit
Another classic CD for yall to vibe with
Whether youre cooling on a corner with your fly bitch
Laid back in the shack, play this track
Im representing for the gangstas all across the world
(Still hitting them corners in them low lows girl)
Ill break your neck, damn near put your face in your lap
Try to be the king but the ace is back
So if you aint up on thangs
Dr. Dre be the name still running the game
Still got it wrapped like a mummy
Still aint 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
95 plus four pennies
Add that shit up, D-R-E right back on top of thangs
Smoke some with your dog
No stress, no seeds, no stems, no sticks!
Some of that real sticky icky
A little weed, put it in the air
For yous a fool D.R.
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