Still Dre Song Lyrics by Dr. Dre
Yeah, niggaI’m still fucking with youStill waters run deepStill Snoop Dogg and D-R-E, ’99 niggaGuess who’s back?Still, doing that shit Andre?(Oh for sho’, check me out)
It’s still Dre Day nigga, AK niggaThough I’ve grown a lot, can’t keep it home a lot‘Cause when I frequent the spots that I’m known to rockYou hear the bass from the truck when I’m on the blockLadies they pay homage, but haters say Dre fell offHow nigga? My last album was The Chronic (Nigga)They want to know if he still got itThey say rap’s changedThey wanna know how I feel about it(If you ain’t up on thangs)Dr. Dre is the nameI’m ahead of my gameStill puffing my leafsStill fuck with the beats, still not loving policeStill rock my khakis with a cuff and a creaseStill got love for the streets, reppin’ 213 (For life)Still the beats bang, still doing my thangSince 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-lows, girlStill taking my time to perfect the beatAnd I still got love for the streets, it’s the D-R-E
I’m representing for them gangstas all across the world(Still) Hitting them corners in them low-lows, girlStill taking my time to perfect the beatAnd I still got love for the streets, it’s the D-R-E
Since the last time you heard from me, I lost some friendsWell, hell, me and Snoop, we dippin’ againKept my ear to the streets, signed EminemHe’s triple platinum, doing 50 a weekStill, I stay close to the heatAnd even when I was close to defeat, I rose to my feetMy life’s like a soundtrack I wrote to the beatTreat rap like Cali’ weed, I smoke ’til I sleepWake up in the a.m., compose a beatI bring the fire ’til you’re soaking in your seatIt’s not a fluke, it’s been tried, I’m the truthSince “Turn Out the Lights” from the World Class Wreckin CruI’m still at it, after-mathematicsIn the home of drive-bys and ak-maticsSwap meets, sticky green, and bad trafficI dip through, then I give you (Still) D-R-E
I’m representing for them gangstas all across the world(Still) Hitting them corners in them low-lows, girlStill taking my time to perfect the beatAnd I still got love for the streets, it’s the D-R-E
I’m representing for them gangstas all across the world(Still) Hitting them corners in them low-lows, girlStill taking my time to perfect the beatAnd I still got love for the streets, it’s the D-R-E
It ain’t nothing but more hot shitAnother classic CD for y’all to vibe withWhether you’re cooling on the corner with your fly bitch (Biatch)Laid back in the shack, play this trackI’m representing for the gangstas all across the worldStill (Hittin’ them corners in them low-lows, girl)I’ll break your neck, damn near put your face in your lapNiggas try to be the king but the ace is backSo if you ain’t up on thangsDr. Dre be the name still running the gameStill, got it wrapped like a mummyStill ain’t tripping, love to see young blacks get moneySpend time out the hood, take they moms out the hoodHit my boys off with jobs, no more living hardBarbeques every day, driving fancy carsStill gon’ get mine regardless
I’m representing for them gangstas all across the world(Still) Hitting them corners in them low-lows, girlStill taking my time to perfect the beatAnd I still got love for the streets, it’s the D-R-E
I’m representing for them gangstas all across the world(Still) Hitting them corners in them low-lows, girlStill taking my time to perfect the beatAnd I still got love for the streets, it’s the D-R-E
I’m representing for them gangstas all across the world(Still) Hitting them corners in them low-lows, girlStill taking my time to perfect the beatAnd I still got love for the streets, it’s the D-R-E
Right back up in your motherfuckin’ assNine-five plus four pennies, add that shit upD.R.E. right back up on top of thangsSmoke some wit’ your DoggNo stress, no seeds, no stems, no sticks!Some of that real sticky-icky-ickyOoh wee! Put it in the air!Well, you’s a fool, D-R, ha-ha