Yeah, nigga, I'm still fucking with ya
Still waters run deep
Still Snoop Dogg and D.R.E.. '99, nigga
Guess who's back
Still doing that shit, huh, Dre?
Oh for sure, 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"
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 leaves,
Still fuck with the beats
Still not loving police (Uh huh)
Still rock my khakis with a cuff and a crease (for sure)
Still got love for the streets, repping 213 (for life)
Still the beats bang, 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 lo-lo'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 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 get skin, D.R.E.

I'm representing for the gangsters all across the world
Still hitting them corners in them lo-lo's girl
(Dr. Dre)
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 gangsters all across the world
(Still hitting them corners in them lo-lo'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 gangsters all across the world
Still hitting them corners in them lo-lo's girl
(Dr. Dre:)
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 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.