Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg - Still D.R.E. lyrics
Dr. Dre [Andre Romell Young] Compton, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
Snoop Dogg [Calvin Cordozar Broadus Jr.] Long Beach, California, U.S 🇺🇸
[Dr. Dre, Snoop Dogg - Still D.R.E. lyrics]
Yeah, nigga, we're still fuckin' wit' you
Still waters run deep
Still Snoop Dogg and DRE
'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 DRE
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 DRE
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 'til I'm 'sleep
Wake up in the AM, 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 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) DRE
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 DRE
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 DRE
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 DRE
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 DRE
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 DRE
Right back up in your mothafuckin' ass
9-5 plus four pennies, add that shit up
DRE 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, D-R ha ha
Still waters run deep
Still Snoop Dogg and DRE
'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 DRE
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 DRE
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 'til I'm 'sleep
Wake up in the AM, 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 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) DRE
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 DRE
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 DRE
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 DRE
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 DRE
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 DRE
Right back up in your mothafuckin' ass
9-5 plus four pennies, add that shit up
DRE 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, D-R ha ha