Still D.R.E.

Yeah, nigga, we're still fuckin' wit' you

Still waters run deep

Still Snoop Dogg and D-R-E

'99, nigga, guess who's back

Still, still doin' that shit, huh, Dre?

Oh for sho'

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 thangs)

Dr, dre is the name, I'm ahead of my game

Still puffin' my leaves, still fuck with the beats

Still not lovin' police (huh-uh)

Still rock my khakis with a cuff and a crease (for sho')

Still got love for the streets, reppin' 213 (for life)

Still the beats bang, still doin' my thang

Since I left ain't too much changed, still

I'm representin' for them gangstas all across the world

(Still) hittin' them corners in them low-lows, girl

Still takin' my time to perfect the beat

And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E

I'm representin' for them gangstas all across the world

(Still) hittin' them corners in them low-lows, girl

Still takin' 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 dippin' again

Kept my ear to the streets, signed Eminem

He's triple platinum, doin' fifty 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 till I'm 'sleep

Wake up in the AM, compose a beat

I bring the fire till you're soakin' 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 Wreckin Cru

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 representin' for them gangstas all across the world

(Still) hittin' them corners in them low-lows, girl

Still takin' my time to perfect the beat

And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E

I'm representin' for them gangstas all across the world

(Still) hittin' them corners in them low-lows, girl

Still takin' my time to perfect the beat

And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E

It ain't nothin' but more hot shit

Another classic CD for y'all to vibe with

Whether you're coolin' on the corner wit' your fly bitch (biatch)

Laidback in the shack, play this track

I'm representin' for the gangstas all across the world

Still (hittin' 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 thangs)

Dr, dre be the name (what?), still runnin' the game

Still got it wrapped like a mummy

Still ain't trippin', 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 livin' hard (nah, nah)

Barbeques every day, drivin' fancy cars (hey, hey)

Still gon' get mine regardless (still)

I'm representin' for them gangstas all across the world

(Still) hittin' them corners in them low-lows, girl

Still takin' my time to perfect the beat

And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E

I'm representin' for them gangstas all across the world

(Still) hittin' them corners in them low-lows, girl

Still takin' my time to perfect the beat

And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E

I'm representin' for them gangstas all across the world

(Still) hittin' them corners in them low-lows, girl

Still takin' 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 mothafuckin' ass

9-5 plus four pennies, add that shit up

D-R-E right back up on top of thangs

Smoke some wit' 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, DR

Ha-ha