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Dr. Dre - Still Dre Lyrics

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Intro: Snoop Dogg
Yeah nigga, I'm still fuckin' wit ya
Still waters run deep.
Still Snoop Dogg & D.R.E.
'99 nigga.
 
Dr. Dre:
Guess who's back?
 
Snoop Dogg:
Still, still doin' that shit, huh Dre?
 
Dr. Dre:
Oh for show.
 
Snoop Dogg:
Yeah.
 
Dr. Dre:
Check me out.
 
Verse 1: Dr. Dre
It's still Dre Day nigga, AK nigga
Though I've grown alot, can't keep it home alot
'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 want to know how I feel about it.
 
Snoop Dogg:
If you ain't up on things.
 
Dr. Dre:
Dr. Dre is the name, I'm ahead of my gang
Still puffin' my leafs
Still fuck with the beats
Still not lovin' police.
 
Snoop Dogg:
Uh uh.
 
Dr. Dre:
Still rock my khakis with a cuff & a crease.
 
Snoop Dogg:
For show.
 
Dr. Dre:
Still got love for the streets, reppin' 213.
 
Snoop Dogg:
For life.
 
Dr. Dre:
Still the beats bang, still doin' my thing
Since I left ain't too much changed, still.
 
(Chorus twice)
Snoop Dogg:
I'm representin' for them gangsta's all across the world.
(Still) Hittin' them corners in them low-low's girl.
 
Dr. Dre:
Still takin' my time to perfect a beat
& I still got love for the streets, it's the D.R.E.
 
2nd Verse: Dr. Dre
Since the last time you heard from me I lost some friends
Well, hell, me & 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
& 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 AM compose a beat
I bring the fire 'til your soakin' 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-by's & Akmatics
Swap meets, sticky green & bad traffic
I dip through then I get skin, D.R.E.
 
(Chorus twice)
Snoop Dogg:
I'm representin' for them gangsta's all across the world.
(Still) Hittin' them corners in them low-low's girl.
 
Dr. Dre:
Still takin' my time to perfect the beat
& I still got love for the streets, it's the D.R.E.
 
Verse 3: Dr. Dre
It ain't nothin' but more hot shit
Another classic CD for y'all to vibe with
Whether your coolin' on a corner wit your fly bitch
Laid back in the shack, play this track
I'm representin' for the gangsta's all across the world.
Still...
 
Snoop Dogg:
Hittin' them corners in them low-low's girl.
 
Dr. Dre:
I'll break your neck, damn near put your face in your lap
Niggas try to be the king but the ace is back.
 
Snoop Dogg:
So if you ain't up on things.
 
Dr. Dre:
Dr. Dre be the name still runnin' the game
Still, got it wrapped like a mummy
Still ain't trippin' love to see young blacks get money
Spend time out the hood, take they mom's out the hood
Hit my boys off with jobs, no more livin' hard
Barbecue's every day, drivin' fancy cars
Still gon' get mine regardless.
 
(Chorus 3 times)
Snoop Dogg:
I'm representin' for them gangsta's all across the world
(Still) Hittin' them corners in them low-low's girl.
 
Dr. Dre:
Still takin' my time to perfect the beat
& I still got love for the streets, it's the D.R.E.
 
Outro: Snoop Dogg
Right back up in your muthafuckin' ass
'95 plus 4 pennies!
Add that shit up, D.R.E. right back up on top of things
Smoke somethin' wit your dog
No stress, no seeds, no stems, no sticks!
Some of that real sticky-icky-icky
Oooh wee! Put it in the air
Oh you's a fool D.R.
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Dr. Dre - Xxplosive Lyrics

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(Hittman)
Explosive, West coast shit
My niggerish ways attract girls that used to turn they back
Causin' me to yank they arm and pose like I would do them all
Now I'm sayin' thank you cause they tell me, my shit's the bomb
Explosive..
..for my niggaz drinkin Cognac, smokin weed, always pack
Mo' than one firearm, chrome rims, ridin' on
Chronic in yo' system, let me know, my shit's the bomb explosive.
 
(Kurupt)
West coast shit nigga
Overdosage imperial pistols ferocious
Fuck a bitch; don't tease bitch, strip tease bitch
Eat a bowl of these bitch, gobble a dick
Hoes forgot to eat a dick can shut the fuck up!
Gobble and swallow a nut up, shut up and get my cash
Backhanded, pimpslapped backwards and left stranded
Just pop ya collar, pimp convention hoes for a dollar
Six-Deuce in a plush, six-deuce impala
Pimpin hoes from Texas to Guatemala
Bitch niggas paid for hoes, just to lay wit hoes
Relax one night and paid to stay wit hoes
Captain Save'Em all day (bitch) well save this dick
Bitch nigga, you more of a bitch than a bitch
You ain't into hittin pussy, or hittin the switch
You into hittin bitches off of the grip, you punk bitch
 
(Nate Dogg)
All my real dogs still kick it wit me
All my down hoes still trickin wit me
All the true gangstas know
Nate ain't never love no hoe
All the hoodrats still shake it for me
All my true fans still checkin for me
All the real smokers know
They ain't passin nuttin but dope indeed...
Real trees...
Chronic leaves...
No seeds...
 
When I had you last night, baby
Before I blew yo' mind, (blew, blew, blew your mind)
I thought we had a chance, lady
No more now that I'm sober you ain't that fine, hmmm-hmmmhmmmm...
Don't wanna treat you wrong, don't wanna lead you on
Here baby, hit the bong, while the west coast rolls along
While we still makin gangsta hits You'll be still jockin gangsta dicks
Damn girl you think you slick, somebody better get this bitch, this bitch
 
(Six-Two)
I got these freaky hoes clappin they hands, stompin they feet
Every now and then they put they mouth on me
Nowadays a G like me can't even call it
A 23-year old pussy fiend and freakaholic
Pimpin bitches on the regular, I put that on the G
A hustler and a player, nowadays it pays the B
Lemme drop some shit about this bitch I used to know
She gave ya boy the head and said don't let nobody know
A bona fide pro, I had to grab the hoe
She got freaky in yo' sixty-fo', I skeeted in her throat
Been knowin the hoe for fo' days, pimpery pays
And I bet you didn't know that she go both ways
She ate her best friend, I left them hoes at the mote'
They be beepin me and shit, but we don't kick it no mo'
Them hot hoes is fiendin, they own the nuts
But bitch, I'm out ya pussy when I nut, f'real
 
(Exxplosive..)
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