Song: Still D.R.E. ~~ 1999 ~~ 4:28
Artist: Dr. Dré featuring Snoop Dogg
LP/CD: 2001 ~~ Aftermath/Interscope ~~ 1999
Composers: A. Young~M. Bradford~S. Carter

{Yeah, n****, I’m still f***in’ wit’ you}
{Still waters run deep}
{Still Snoop Dogg and D-R-E}
{’99, n****} Guess who’s back
{Still}
{Still doin’ that s***, huh, Dré}
Oh, fa sure {Yeah}
Check me out

It’s still Dré Day, n****, AK, n****
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 trunk when I’m on the block
Ladies, they pay homage, but haters say Dré fell off
How, n****, 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
{If you ain’t up on thangs}
Dr. Dré is the name, I’m ahead of my game
Still puffin’ my leafs, still f*** with the beats
Still not lovin’ police {Uh-uh}
Still rock my khakis with a cuff and a crease {Fa sure}
Still got love for the streets, rep’in’ 213 {For life}
Still the beats bang, still doin’ my thang
Since I left, ain’t too much changed

Still {I’m representin’ for the gangsters 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 D-R-E

{I’m representin’ for the gangsters 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 D-R-E

Since the last time y’all 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’ 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
Street rap like Cali weed, I smoke till I sleep
Wake up in the a.m., compose a beat
I bring a fire till you’re soakin’ in your seat
It’s not a fluke, it’s been tried, I’m the troop
Since “Turn Off The Lights” from the World Class Wreckin’ Cru
I’m still at it, Aftermathematics
In a home of drive-bys and agmatics
Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic
I dip through then I get, D-R-E

Still {I’m representin’ for the gangsters 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 D-R-E

{I’m representin’ for the gangsters 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 D-R-E

It ain’t nothin’ but mo’ hot s***
Another classic CD for y’all to vibe with
Whether you’re coolin’ on a corner with your fly b****
Laid back in the shack, play this track
I’m representin’ for the gangsters 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
N****s try to be the King, but the Ace is back
{So if you ain’t up on thangs}
Dr. Dré be the name 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
Barbecues every day, drivin’ fancy cars
Still gon’ get mine regardless

Still {I’m representin’ for the gangsters 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 D-R-E

{I’m representin’ for the gangsters 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 D-R-E

{I’m representin’ for the gangsters 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 D-R-E

Right back up in your motherf***in’ a**
‘95 plus fo’ pennies
Add that s*** up
D-R-E right back on top of thangs
Smoke some wit’ your dog
No stress, no seeds, no stems, no sticks
Some of that real sticky-icky-icky
Ooh-wee, put it in the air
Boy, you’s a fool D.R.
Ha-ha

Transcribed by: Char Star
Uploaded on: December 21, 1999