Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Still D.R.E., artist - Dr. Dre.
Date of issue: 31.12.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Still D.R.E. |
Yeah, nigga, we're still fuckin' with you |
Still waters run deep |
Still Snoop Dogg and D.R.E. |
'99, nigga, guess who's back |
Still, still doin' that shit, Andre? |
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 |
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 (Uh-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 lo-lo's, 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 lo-lo's, 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' 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 sleep |
Wake up in the A.M., compose a beat |
I bring the fire 'til you're soakin' in your seat |
It's not a fluke, it's been tried, I'm the truth |
Since "Turn Off the Lights" from the World Class Wreckin Cru |
I'm still at it, after mathematics |
In the home of drive-by's and ak-matics |
Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic |
I dip through, then I get skin, D.R.E. |
I'm representin' for them gangstas all across the world |
(Still) Hittin' them corners in them lo-lo's, 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 lo-lo's, 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 with your fly bitch |
Laid back in the shack, play this track |
I'm representin' for the gangstas all across the world |
Still (Hittin' them corners in them lo-lo's, 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, 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 |
Barbeques every day, drivin' fancy cars |
Still gon' get mine regardless (Still) |
I'm representin' for them gangstas all across the world |
(Still) Hittin' them corners in them lo-lo's, 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 lo-lo's, 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 lo-lo's, 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 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! |
Boy, you's a fool, D-R |