Still D.R.E Songtext - Dr. Dre

[Snoop]
Still Snoop Dogg and D-R-E
yeah nigga, I'm still fuckin' with ya
(Guess who's back)
Still, still doing that shit, right?

[Dr. Dre]
Oh for sho', check me out
It's still Dre day nigga, A.K. nigga
before I chrome the lot,
can't keep it home the lot,
can't keep it home a lotas
cause when I frequent the spots that I'm known to rock
you hear the bass from the trunk 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 want to know if he still got it
They say rap's changed, they want to know how I feel about it

[snoop]
If you ain't up on pace

[Dr. Dre]
Dr. Dre is the name, I'm ahead of my game
Still, puffing my leafs, still fuck with the beats
Still no lovin' police (Uh huh)
Still rock my khakis whith a cuff and a crease
Still got love for the streets, repping 213
Still the beat bangs, still doing my thang
Since I left, ain't too much changed, still

Chorus:

[Snoop Dogg]
I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world
Still hitting them corners in them low low's girl

[Dr. Dre]

I dip through then I get skin, D-R-E

Chorus

It ain't nothin but more hot shit
Another classic CD for y'all to vibe with
Whether you're cooling on a 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 in them low low's girl)
I'll break you're neck, damn near put you're face in you're lap
Try to be the king but the ace is back Niggaz

[Snoop]
So if you ain't up on thangs

[Dr. Dre]
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

Chorus x1.5

[Snoop]
Like that, right back in ya motherfuckin' ass
'95 plus four pennies
Add that shit up, D-R-E rught back on top of thangs
Smoke some with your dog
No stress, no seeds, no sims, no sticks!
Some of that real sticky icky
A little weed, put it in the air
For you's a fool D.R.

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