| Yeah, nigga, we're still fuckin' with you
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| Still waters run deep
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| Still Snoop Dogg and D.R.E.
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| '99, nigga, guess who's back
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| Still, still doin' that shit, Andre?
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| Oh for sho'
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| Yeah
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| Check me out
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| It's still Dre Day nigga, AK nigga
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| Though I've grown a lot, can't keep it home a lot
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| ‘Cause when I frequent the spots that I'm known to rock
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| You hear the bass from the truck when I'm on the block
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| Ladies they pay homage, but haters say Dre fell off
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| How? |
| Nigga, my last album was The Chronic
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| They wanna know if he still got it
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| They say rap's changed, they wanna know how I feel about it
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| (If you ain't up on thangs)
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| Dr. Dre is the name, I'm ahead of my game
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| Still puffin' my leaves, still fuck with the beats
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| Still not lovin' police (Uh-uh)
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| Still rock my khakis with a cuff and a crease (For sho')
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| Still got love for the streets, reppin' 213 (For life)
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| Still the beats bang, still doin' my thang
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| Since I left ain't too much changed, still
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| I'm representin' for them gangstas all across the world
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| (Still) Hittin' them corners in them lo-lo's, girl
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| Still takin' my time to perfect the beat
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| And I still got love for the streets, it's the D.R.E.
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| I'm representin' for them gangstas all across the world
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| (Still) Hittin' them corners in them lo-lo's, girl
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| Still takin' my time to perfect the beat
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| And I still got love for the streets, it's the D.R.E.
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| Since the last time you heard from me I lost some friends
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| Well, hell, me and Snoop, we dippin' again
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| Kept my ear to the streets, signed Eminem
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| He's triple platinum, doin' 50 a week
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| Still, I stay close to the heat
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| And even when I was close to defeat, I rose to my feet
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| My life's like a soundtrack I wrote to the beat
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| Treat rap like Cali weed: I smoke 'til I sleep
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| Wake up in the A.M., compose a beat
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| I bring the fire 'til you're soakin' in your seat
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| It's not a fluke, it's been tried, I'm the truth
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| Since "Turn Off the Lights" from the World Class Wreckin Cru
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| I'm still at it, after mathematics
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| In the home of drive-by's and ak-matics
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| Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic
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| I dip through, then I get skin, D.R.E.
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| I'm representin' for them gangstas all across the world
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| (Still) Hittin' them corners in them lo-lo's, girl
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| Still takin' my time to perfect the beat
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| And I still got love for the streets, it's the D.R.E.
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| I'm representin' for them gangstas all across the world
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| (Still) Hittin' them corners in them lo-lo's, girl
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| Still takin' my time to perfect the beat
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| And I still got love for the streets, it's the D.R.E.
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| It ain't nothin' but more hot shit
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| Another classic CD for y'all to vibe with
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| Whether you're coolin' on the corner with your fly bitch
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| Laid back in the shack, play this track
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| I'm representin' for the gangstas all across the world
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| Still (Hittin' them corners in them lo-lo's, girl)
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| I'll break your neck, damn near put your face in your lap
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| Niggas try to be the king, but the ace is back
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| (So if you ain't up on thangs)
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| Dr. Dre be the name, still runnin' the game
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| Still got it wrapped like a mummy
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| Still ain't trippin', love to see young blacks get money
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| Spend time out the hood, take they moms out the hood
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| Hit my boys off with jobs, no more livin' hard
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| Barbeques every day, drivin' fancy cars
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| Still gon' get mine regardless (Still)
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| I'm representin' for them gangstas all across the world
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| (Still) Hittin' them corners in them lo-lo's, girl
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| Still takin' my time to perfect the beat
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| And I still got love for the streets, it's the D.R.E.
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| I'm representin' for them gangstas all across the world
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| (Still) Hittin' them corners in them lo-lo's, girl
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| Still takin' my time to perfect the beat
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| And I still got love for the streets, it's the D.R.E.
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| I'm representin' for them gangstas all across the world
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| (Still) Hittin' them corners in them lo-lo's, girl
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| Still takin' my time to perfect the beat
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| And I still got love for the streets, it's the D.R.E.
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| Right back up in your mothafuckin' ass
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| 9-5 plus four pennies! |
| Add that shit up
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| D.R.E. |
| right back up on top of thangs
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| Smoke some with your Dogg
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| No stress, no seeds, no stems, no sticks!
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| Some of that real sticky icky icky
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| Ooh wee! |
| Put it in the air!
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| Boy, you's a fool, D-R |