Still D.R.E.

Right back up in ya motherfucking ass
Ooh wee, put it in the air
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D R E
Hitting them corners on the low-low's girl
Still the beats bang, still doing my thang
My life's like a soundtrack I wrote to the beat
Still taking my time to perfect the beat

Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic
They say rap's changed, they want to know how I feel about it
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D R E
They want to know if he still got it

And I still got love for the streets, it's the D R E
'95 plus four pennies

Still taking my time to perfect the beat
(Fo life)
He's triple platinum, doing 50 a week
How nigga? My last album was �The Chronic�
Still taking my time to perfect the beat
Still ain't tripping, love to see young blacks get money
I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world
Another classic CD for y'all to vibe with
Still taking my time to perfect the beat

Hit my boys off with jobs, no more living hard

Wake up in the A.M., compose a beat
If you ain't up on thangs
Since the last time you heard from me I lost some friends

Spend time out the hood, take they moms out the hood
Still taking my time to perfect the beat
Still taking my time to perfect the beat
(Still)
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D R E
(Still)
(Still)
(Still)
And even when I was close to defeat, I rose to my feet
Still, still doing that shit, Andre?
It's "Turn Out the Lights" from the World Class Wreckin' Cru

And I still got love for the streets, it's the D R E
Hitting them corners on the low-low's girl
I'm still at it, after-mathematics
It's still Dre Day nigga, A.K. nigga
(Guess who's back?)
(Uh huh)

Still, I stay close to the heat
I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D R E
Dr. Dre is the name, I'm ahead of my game
Barbecues every day, driving fancy cars
Some of that real sticky icky icky

Still taking my time to perfect the beat

I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world
So if you ain't up on thangs
(Hitting them corners on the low-low's girl)
(Still)
Still Snoop Dogg and D R E, '99 Nigga

Still taking my time to perfect the beat
Treat my rap like Cali weed, I smoke �til I sleep
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D R E
Whether you're cooling on a corner with your fly bitch
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D R E
Add that shit up, D R E right back up on top of thangs
I'll break your neck, damn near put your face in your lap
It's not a fluke, it's been tried, I'm the truth
Still rock my khakis with a cuff and a crease
Still, got it wrapped like a mummy
Still gon' get mine regardless
I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world
Niggas try to be the king but the ace is back
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D R E

Still taking my time to perfect the beat

Kept my ear to the streets, signed Eminem
I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world
I'm representing for the gangstas all across the world
Hitting them corners on the low-low's girl
Smoke some with your dog
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D R E

I bring the fire �til you're soaking in your seat
You hear the bass from the truck when I'm on the block
Laid back in the shack, play this track

I dip through then I get skin, D R E
Ladies, they pay homage, but haters say Dre fell off
In the home of drivebys and ak-matics
Still not loving police
It ain't nothing but more hot shit
(Fo sho)
Oh for sho', check me out

Still
Still, puffing my leafs, still fuck with the beats
Still got love for the streets, repping 213
Hitting them corners on the low-low's girl

Still taking my time to perfect the beat
�Cause when I frequent the spots that I'm known to rock
Hitting them corners on the low-low's girl
No stress, no seeds, no stems, no sticks
Dr. Dre be the name still running the game
Though I've grown a lot, can't keep it home a lot
(Nigga)
Since I left, ain't too much changed, still

Well, hell, me and Snoop, we dipping again