Yeah, nigga, I'm still fuckin' with you Still waters run deep Still Snoop Dogg and D.R.E. 9-9, nigga Guess who's back? Steve Still doin' that shit, huh, Dre? Oh, for sure, 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 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 Pow, nigga, 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 bass Dr. Dre is the name I'm ahead of my gang Still puffin' my leaf Still fuck with the beats Still not lovin' police Still rock my khakis with a cuff in the crease Still got love for the streets Reppin' 213 Still the beats bang Still doin' my thang Since I left, ain't too much changed I'm representin' for them gangsters all across the world Still hittin' them coners and them lolos Still takin' my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets I'm representin' for them gangsters all across the world Still hittin' them coners and them lolos 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, doin' 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 Sweet rap like galley weed, I smoke till I'm sleep Wake up in the a.m., compose a beat I bring the fire till you're soakin' in your seat It's not a fluke, it's been tried, I'm the truth Since turn off the lights from the world-class record crew I'm still at it, after mathematics In the home of drive-bys and akmatics Swap beats, sticky green, and bad traffic I dip through, then I get good Still, I'm representin' for them gangsters all across the world Still hittin' them coners and them lolos 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 them gangsters all across the world Still hittin' them coners and them lolos 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 mo' hot shit Another classic CD for y'all to vibe with Whether you're coolin' on the corner with your fly bitch Lay back in the shack, play this track I'm representin' for the gangsters all across the world Still hittin' them coners and them lolos 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 when you wake up on thangs Dr. Dre be the name, still runnin' the game Still got it rapped 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 Hittin' my boys off the jobs, no more livin' hard Barbecues every day, drivin' fancy cars Still gon' get my regard I'm representin' for them gangsters all across the world Still hittin' them coners and them lolos 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 them gangsters all across the world Still hittin' them coners and them lolos Still takin' my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets It's the D.R.E. Representin' for them gangsters all across the world Still hittin' them corners and them lolos Still takin' 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 things Smoke some with your dough No stress, no seeds, no stems, no sticks Some of that real sticky-icky-icky Ooh-wee Put it in the air, air Boy, you's a fool, D.R. Ha-ha