Lyrics:

Still Snoop Dogg and D-R-E
(Guess who's back)
Still, still doing that sh-, huh Dre?
Oh, for sure, yeah, check me out
It's still Dre Day (ah), A.K. (ah)
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 Dre fell off
How n-? My last album was The Chronic
They wanna 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, puffin' my leafs, still f- with the beats
Still not lovin' police (Uh huh)
Still rock my khakis with 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
I'm representin' for the gangsters all across the world
Still, hittin' them corners in them low-low's 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-low's 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 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'm sleep
Wake up in the a.m., compose a beat
I bring the fire 'til you're soakin' in your seat
It's not a fluke, it's been tried, I'm the troop
It's 'Turn Out the Lights' from the World Class Wreckin' Cru
I'm still at it, After-mathematics
In the home of drive-by's and ak-matics
Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic
I dip through then I get skin, D-R-E
I'm representin' for the gangsters all across the world
Still, hittin' them corners in them low-low's 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-low's 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 more hot sh-
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-low's girl)
I'll break your neck, damn near put your face in your lap
N- try to be the king but the ace is back
(So if you ain't up on thangs)
Dr. Dre 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 living hard
Barbeques every day, driving fancy cars
Still gonna get mine regardless
I'm representin' for the gangsters all across the world
Still, hittin' them corners in them low-low's 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-low's 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-low's girl
Still takin' my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E
Like that, right back up in ya
9-5 plus four pennies, add that sh- 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
Well, you's a fool, D-R, ha-ha