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Dr. Dre ft. Snoop Dogg – Still D.R.E. – 1999

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    Yeah nigga
    I’m still fucking with ya
    Still waters run deep
    Still Snoop Dogg and D-R-E, ’99 nigga
    Guess who’s back
    Still doing that shit huh Dre?
    (Oh for sho’, 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 want to 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 puffing my leafs
    Still fuck with the beats, still not loving police
    Still rock my khakis with a cuff and a crease
    Still got love for the streets, reppin’ 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 in them lo-lo’s, 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 in them lo-lo’s, 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 dippin’ 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 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 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 get skin, D-R-E

    I’m representing for them gangstas all across the world
    Still hitting them corners in them lo-lo’s, 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 in them lo-lo’s, 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 in them lo-lo’s, 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 the corner with your fly bitch
    Laid back in the shack, play this track
    I’m representing for the gangstas all across the world
    Still (Hitting them corners on the 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 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
    Still gon’ get mine regardless

    I’m representing for them gangstas all across the world
    Still hitting them corners in them lo-lo’s, 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 in them lo-lo’s, 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 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 dog, no stress, no seeds, no stems, no sticks!
    Some of that real sticky icky icky, ooh wee!
    Put it in the air, oh, you’s a fool DR

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