Dr. Dre – Still D.R.E. ft. Snoop Dogg

Download clean vinyl LP mp3 audio song by Dr Dre and this amazing music is titled “Still D.R.E. ft. Snoop Dogg”.

Actually this amazing music popped out of his West Coast Hip-Hop, Hip-Hop/Rap album with the titled “2001” Which was released in 16 November 1999.

 

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Yeah, nigga

I’m still fucking with you

Still waters run deep

Still Snoop Dogg and D-R-E, ’99 nigga

Guess who’s back?

Still, doing that shit Andre?

(Oh for sho’, check me out)

It’s still Dre Day nigga, AK nigga

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 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 (Nigga)

They want to 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 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, reppin’ 213 (For life)

Still the beats bang, still doing my thang

Since I left ain’t too much changed, still

I’m representing for them gangstas all across the world

(Still) Hitting them corners in them low-lows, 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 them gangstas all across the world

(Still) Hitting them corners in them low-lows, 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 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 sleep

Wake up in the a.m., compose a beat

I bring the fire ’til you’re soaking in your seat

It’s not a fluke, it’s been tried, I’m the truth

Since “Turn Out the Lights” from the World Class Wreckin Cru

I’m still at it, after-mathematics

In the home of drive-bys and ak-matics

Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic

I dip through, then I give you (Still) D-R-E

I’m representing for them gangstas all across the world

(Still) Hitting them corners in them low-lows, 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 them gangstas all across the world

(Still) Hitting them corners in them low-lows, 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 the corner with your fly bitch (Biatch)

Laid back in the shack, play this track

I’m representing for the gangstas 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

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 them gangstas all across the world

(Still) Hitting them corners in them low-lows, 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 them gangstas all across the world

(Still) Hitting them corners in them low-lows, 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 them gangstas all across the world

(Still) Hitting them corners in them low-lows, 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 your motherfuckin’ ass

Nine-five plus four pennies, add that shit up

D.R.E. right back up on top of thangs

Smoke some wit’ your Dogg

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