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Dr Dre - Still Dre - Featuring Snoop Dogg lyrics
Yeah nigga, I'm still fuckin' with ya
 Still waters run deep
 Still Snoop Dogg and D R E, 99 Nigga
 Yes, he's back
 Still, still doing that shit, Andre?
 Oh, fo sho', yeah, check me out
 It's still Dre Day nigga, A K nigga
 Though I've grown a lot, can't keep it home a lot
 'Cause when I'm 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'
 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. 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, repping 213
 Still the beats bang, still doing my thang
 Since I left, ain't too much changed, still
 I'm representing for the gangstas all across the world
 Still hitting them corners on the low-low'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 the gangstas all across the world
 Still hitting them corners on the low-low'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 dipping 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 my rap like Cali weed, I smoke till I sleep
 Wake up in the A.M., compose a beat
 I bring the fire till you're soaking in your seat
 It's not a fluke, it's been tried, I'm the truth
 It's 'Turn Out the Lights' from the World Class Wreckin' Cru
 I'm still at it, after mathematics in the home of drivebys and arithmeticsDr Dre - Still Dre - Featuring Snoop Dogg - http://motolyrics.com/dr-dre/still-dre-featuring-snoop-dogg-lyrics.html
 Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic
 I dip through then I get skin, D R E
 I'm representing for the gangstas all across the world
 Still hitting them corners on the low-low'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 the gangstas all across the world
 Still hitting them corners on the low-low'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 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 'em corners in the low-low'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 the gangstas all across the world
 Still hitting them corners on the low-low'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 the gangstas all across the world
 Still hitting them corners on the low-low'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 the gangstas all across the world
 Still hitting them corners on the low-low'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 motherfucking ass, 95 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 D R









