No stress, no seeds, no sims, no sticks
Oh for sho', check me out
Still, puffing my leafs, still with the beats
Smoke some with your dog
Songwriters: Melvin Bradford, Shawn Carter, Scott Storch, Andre Young
Still taking my time to perfect the beat
Like that, right back up in ya
I'll break your neck, damn near put your face in your lap
Publishers: AIN'T NOTHING BUT FUNKIN' MUSIC, EMI BLACKWOOD MUSIC INC., HARD WORKING BLACK FOLKS INC, LIL LU LU PUBLISHING, TVT MUSIC ENTERPRISE LLC, WB MUSIC CORP.
They want to know if he still got it
Still taking my time to perfect the beat
Since the last time you heard from me I lost a friend
It's "Turn Out the Lights" from the World Class Wreckin' Cru
Kept my ear to the streets, signed Eminem
Treat my rap like Cali weed, I smoke til I sleep
It's still Dre Day, A.K
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 Snoop Dogg and D-R-E (Guess who's back)
They say rap's changed, they want to know how I feel about it
Add that shit up, D-R-E right back on top of thangs
Another classic CD for y'all to vibe with
Before I chrome the lot, can't keep it home a lot
Still got love for the streets, repping 213
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E
Still taking my time to perfect the beat
I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world
Try to be the king but the ace is back
Still gon' get mine regardless
I'm representing for the gangstas all across the world
'95 Plus four pennies
Dr. Dre be the name still running the game
Well, hell, me and Snoop, we dipping again
In the home of drivebys and ak-matics
Hit my boys off with jobs, no more living hard
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E
Still taking my time to perfect the beat
Still not loving police (Uh huh)
I dip through then I get skin, D-R-E
Since I left, ain't too much changed, still
I'm still at it, After-mathematic
Still hitting them corners in them low low's girl
You hear the bass from the trunk when I'm on the block
Some of that real sticky icky
If you ain't up on pace
For you's a fool D.R
How? My last album was "The Chronic"
Still, still doing that shit, right?
Dr. Dre is the name, I'm ahead of my game
Still the beat bangs, still doing my thang
Still taking my time to perfect the beat
Wake up in the A.M., compose a beat
I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world
Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic
Spend time out the hood, take they moms out the hood
Still, stay close to the heat
Ladies, they pay homage, but haters say Dre fell off
Cause when I frequent the spots that I'm known to rock
Laid back in the shack, play this track
Still rock my khakis with a cuff and a crease
It ain't nothing but more hot shit
I bring the fire til you're soaking in your seat
Still hitting them corners in them low low's girl
Still hitting them corners in them low low's girl
Barbeques every day, driving fancy cars
Still ain't tripping, love to see young blacks get money
(Still hitting them corners in them low low's girl)
He's triple platinum, doing 50 a week
It's not a fluke, it's been tried, I'm the troop
My life is like a soundtrack I wrote to the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E
A little weed, put it in the air
Still taking my time to perfect the beat
Whether you're cooling on a corner with your fly bitch
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E
So if you ain't up on thangs
Still got it wrapped like a mummy
And even when I was close to defeat, I rose to my feet