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Still D.R.E. Lyrics

by Dr. Dre

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Still D.R.E.” is a song by Dr. Dre. This page features time-synced lyrics that highlight each line as the song plays — press play to sing along in real time. The lyrics contain 90 lines.

Still D.R.E.Dr. Dre
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Yeah nigga, I'm still fuckin' wit' ya

Still waters run deep

Still Snoop Dogg and D.R.E.

'99 nigga, guess who's back

Still, still doing that shit, huh, Dre?

Oh for sho', yeah, check me out

It's still Dre Day nigga, A.K. 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 want to know if he still got it

They say rap's changed, they want to 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, puffing my leaves, still fuck with the beats

Still not loving police (huh-uh)

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

Still got love for the streets, repping 213 (for life)

Still the beats bang, still doing my thang

Since I left, ain't too much changed, still

I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world

(Still) Hitting them corners on the low-lows, girl

Still taking my time to perfect the beat

And 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 on the low-lows, girl

Still taking 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 dipping again

Kept my ear to the streets, signed Eminem

He's triple platinum, doing 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 my rap like Cali weed: I smoke 'til I'm 'sleep

Wake up in the A.M., compose a beat

I bring the fire 'til you're soaking 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 representing for them gangstas all across the world

(Still) Hitting them corners on the low-lows girl

Still taking my time to perfect the beat

And 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 on the low-lows girl

Still taking my time to perfect the beat

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

It ain't nothing but more hot shit

Another classic CD for y'all to vibe with

Whether you're cooling on a corner with your fly bitch (biatch)

Laidback in the shack, play this track

I'm representing for the gangstas all across the world

Still (Hitting them corners on the 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 still running the game

Still, got it wrapped like a mummy

Still ain't tripping, 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 living hard

Barbeques every day, driving fancy cars (hey, hey)

Still gon' get mine regardless (still)

I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world

(Still) Hitting them corners on the low-lows, girl

Still taking my time to perfect the beat

And 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 on the low-lows, girl

Still taking my time to perfect the beat

And 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 on the low-lows, girl

Still taking my time to perfect the beat

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

Right back up in ya motherfucking 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

Oooh wee! Put it in the air

Well, you's a fool, D-R

Haha

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Still D.R.E.Dr. DreReady
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Yeah nigga, I'm still fuckin' wit' ya Still waters run deep Still Snoop Dogg and D.R.E. '99 nigga, guess who's back Still, still doing that shit, huh, Dre? Oh for sho', yeah, check me out It's still Dre Day nigga, A.K. 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 want to know if he still got it They say rap's changed, they want to 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, puffing my leaves, still fuck with the beats Still not loving police (huh-uh) Still rock my khakis with a cuff and a crease (for sho') Still got love for the streets, repping 213 (for life) Still the beats bang, still doing my thang Since I left, ain't too much changed, still I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world (Still) Hitting them corners on the low-lows, girl Still taking my time to perfect the beat And 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 on the low-lows, girl Still taking 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 dipping again Kept my ear to the streets, signed Eminem He's triple platinum, doing 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 my rap like Cali weed: I smoke 'til I'm 'sleep Wake up in the A.M., compose a beat I bring the fire 'til you're soaking 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 representing for them gangstas all across the world (Still) Hitting them corners on the low-lows girl Still taking my time to perfect the beat And 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 on the low-lows girl Still taking my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D.R.E. It ain't nothing but more hot shit Another classic CD for y'all to vibe with Whether you're cooling on a corner with your fly bitch (biatch) Laidback in the shack, play this track I'm representing for the gangstas all across the world Still (Hitting them corners on the 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 still running the game Still, got it wrapped like a mummy Still ain't tripping, 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 living hard Barbeques every day, driving fancy cars (hey, hey) Still gon' get mine regardless (still) I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world (Still) Hitting them corners on the low-lows, girl Still taking my time to perfect the beat And 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 on the low-lows, girl Still taking my time to perfect the beat And 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 on the low-lows, girl Still taking my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D.R.E. Right back up in ya motherfucking 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 Oooh wee! Put it in the air Well, you's a fool, D-R Haha
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