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Gereleased in: 2010
Lyrics
It's the D.R.E. [5x]
Yeah nigga!
I'm still fucking with ya!
Still riders run deep
Still Snoop Dogg & D.R.E.
'99 nigga, guess who's back?
Still, still doing that shit, huh Dre?
Oh for sure, yeah, check me out
It's still Dre Day nigga, A.K. nigga
Before I chrome the 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 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 pace
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 (fo sho)
Still got love for the streets, repping 213 (for life)
Still the beat bangs, still doing my thang
Since I left, ain't too much changed, still
I'm representing for the gangsters all across the world
Still, hitting them corners in them 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's the D.R.E.
You hear the bass from the trunk when I'm on the block [4x]
Taking my time to perfect the beat [4x]
Wake up in the A.M., compose a beat
I bring the fire till you're soaking in your seat
Wake up in the A.M., compose a beat
Taking my time to perfect the beat
Wake up in the A.M., compose a beat
I bring the fire till you're soaking in your seat
Wake up in the A.M., compose a beat
Still not loving police
Taking my time to perfect the beat
Wake up in the A.M., compose a beat
I bring the fire till you're soaking in your seat
Still, puffing my leafs, still fuck with the beats
Still not loving police [5x]
It's the D.R.E.
Puffing my leafs, still fuck with the beats
Still not loving police
[8x]
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 on top of thangs
Smoke some with your Dogg
No stress, no seeds, no stems, no sticks!
Some of that real sticky-icky-icky
Oooh wee, put it in the air
Before you's a fool D.R.
It's the D.R.E. [2x]
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