Still D.R.E.
Dre Lyrics


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Yeah, nigga
I'm still fuckin' with ya
Still waters run deep
Still Snoop Dogg and D.R.E.
'99, nigga, guess who's back
Still, still doin' that shit, huh, Dre?
Oh, for sho'
Yeah
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 puffin' my leaves
Still fuck with the beats
Still not lovin' police (uh-uh)
Still rock my khakis with a cuff and a crease (for sho')
Still got love for the streets, reppin' 213 (for life)
Still the beats bang, still doin' my thang
Since I left ain't too much changed, still

I'm representin' for them gangstas all across the world
(Still) Hittin' them corners in them low-low', girl
(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 gangstas all across the world
(Still) Hittin' them corners in them low-low', girl
(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 (ah)
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
Treat rap like Cali weed, I smoke 'til I sleep
Wake up in the AM, compose a beat
I bring the fire 'til you're 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 and ak-matics
Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic
I dip through, then I give you (still) the D.R.E.

I'm representin' for them gangstas all across the world
(Still) Hittin' them corners in them low-low', girl
(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 gangstas all across the world
(Still) Hittin' them corners in them low-low', girl
(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 more hot shit
Another classic CD for y'all to vibe with
Whether you're coolin' on a corner with your fly bitch (biatch)
Laid back in the shack, play this track
I'm representin' for the gangstas all across the world
(Still) Hittin' them corners in them low-low', 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 (what?)
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 moms out the hood
Hit my boys off with jobs, no more livin' hard
Barbeques every day, drivin' fancy cars (hey, hey)
Still gon' get mine regardless (still)

I'm representin' for them gangstas all across the world
(Still) Hittin' them corners in them low-low', girl
(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 gangstas all across the world
(Still) Hittin' them corners in them low-low', girl
(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 gangstas all across the world
(Still) Hittin' them corners in them low-low', girl
(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 mothafuckin' ass
9-5 plus four pennies, add that shit up
D.R.E. right back up on top of thangs
Smoke some with your Dogg
No stress, no seeds, no stems, no sticks
Some of that real sticky-icky-icky
Ooh-wee, put it in the air




Boy, you's a fool D-R
Ha-ha

Overall Meaning

The song "Still D.R.E." was released in 1999 and performed by Dr. Dre, with guest vocals by Snoop Dogg. The song is essentially an anthem to Dr. Dre and his standing in the rap game. It's a statement of his continued relevance as a producer and rapper. The lyrics emphasize his dedication to the streets and his desire to stay true to his roots despite his elevated position. The opening verses set the tone for the song, with Dr. Dre proclaiming his continued loyalty to Snoop Dogg and his enduring success as an artist. Despite rap changing over the years, he asserts that he is still at the top of his game and still touring around the world.


The second verse of the song reflects on Dr. Dre's early days in the music industry and how he has evolved since that time. He acknowledges that he has lost some friends along the way, but he is still committed to making music. The lyrics refer to his discovery of Eminem, who he signed to his label after hearing a demo tape. The verse also references Dr. Dre's reputation for staying 'close to the heat' and keeping an ear to the streets. The final verse reassures listeners that Dr. Dre is still running the game and will continue to do so with his trademark style.


Line by Line Meaning

Yeah, nigga
Yes, my friend


I'm still fuckin' with ya
I'm still connected and involved with you


Still waters run deep
Quiet people often have profound thoughts


Still Snoop Dogg and D.R.E.
Snoop Dogg and Dr. Dre are still together


'99, nigga, guess who's back
In 1999, I returned, my friend


Still, still doin' that shit, huh, Dre?
I am still pursuing my passion, right, Dre?


Oh, for sho'
Oh, definitely


Yeah
Yes


Check me out
Pay attention to me


It's still Dre Day nigga, AK nigga
It's still the day of Dr. Dre, my friend, representing with an AK


Though I've grown a lot, can't keep it home a lot
Although I've matured, I can't stay home too much


'Cause when I frequent the spots that I'm known to rock
Because when I go to the places where I'm popular


You hear the bass from the truck when I'm on the block
You can hear the powerful bass from my car when I'm in the neighborhood


Ladies, they pay homage, but haters say Dre fell off
Women show respect, but critics claim that Dre lost his touch


How, nigga? My last album was The Chronic (nigga)
How is that possible? My previous album was The Chronic


They want to know if he still got it
They want to know if I still have the skill and talent


They say rap's changed, they wanna know how I feel about it
People claim that rap music has transformed, and they are curious about my opinion


(If you ain't up on thangs)
(If you're not aware)


Dr. Dre is the name, I'm ahead of my game
My name is Dr. Dre, and I am exceptional in my field


Still puffin' my leaves
I still smoke marijuana


Still fuck with the beats
I still produce music


Still not lovin' police (uh-uh)
I still don't support the police (no way)


Still rock my khakis with a cuff and a crease (for sho')
I still wear my pants with a folded cuff and crease


Still got love for the streets, reppin' 213 (for life)
I still have a strong attachment to the streets, representing the area code 213 forever


Still the beats bang, still doin' my thang
The music beats still have an impact, and I'm still doing what I love


Since I left ain't too much changed, still
Not much has changed since I've been gone, still the same


I'm representin' for them gangstas all across the world
I'm standing up for gangsters worldwide


(Still) Hittin' them corners in them low-low', girl
(Still) Driving through street corners in my lowrider vehicle, girl


(Still) Takin' my time to perfect the beat
(Still) Spending time to make the perfect music rhythm


And I still got love for the streets, it's the D.R.E.
And I still have a strong attachment to the streets, that's me, Dr. Dre


Since the last time you heard from me I lost some friends
Since you last heard from me, I've experienced the loss of some friends


Well, hell, me and Snoop, we dippin' again (ah)
Well, well, Snoop and I are hanging out again


Kept my ear to the streets, signed Eminem
I remained aware of the current trends, and I signed Eminem


He's triple platinum, doin' 50 a week
He has sold three million albums and is selling 50 thousand copies per week


Still, I stay close to the heat
I still have connections to the dangerous lifestyle


And even when I was close to defeat, I rose to my feet
Even when I was close to failure, I recovered and stood up


My life's like a soundtrack I wrote to the beat
My life resembles a soundtrack that I created with my music


Treat rap like Cali weed, I smoke 'til I sleep
I treat rap music like California weed, I indulge in it until I fall asleep


Wake up in the AM, compose a beat
I wake up in the morning and start creating music


I bring the fire 'til you're soakin' in your seat
I bring excitement and passion until you're completely absorbed


It's not a fluke, it's been tried, I'm the truth
It's not a coincidence, it's been proven, I am the real deal


Since 'Turn Out the Lights' from the World Class Wreckin Cru
Ever since 'Turn Out the Lights' by the World Class Wreckin Cru


I'm still at it, after mathematics
I'm still pursuing my passion, even after considering all the factors


In the home of drive-by's and ak-matics
In the area where drive-by shootings and AK-47 rifles are common


Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic
Flea markets, high-quality marijuana, and congested roads


I dip through, then I give you (still) the D.R.E.
I pass through the neighborhood and give you my music, still representing as Dr. Dre


It ain't nothin' but more hot shit
It's nothing but more great and popular music


Another classic CD for y'all to vibe with
Another timeless album for all of you to enjoy


Whether you're coolin' on a corner with your fly bitch (biatch)
Whether you're chilling on a street corner with an attractive girl


Laid back in the shack, play this track
Relaxed in the house, listen to this song


I'm representin' for the gangstas all across the world
I'm standing up for the gangsters worldwide


(Still) Hittin' them corners in them low-low', girl
(Still) Driving through street corners in my lowrider vehicle, girl


I'll break your neck, damn near put your face in your lap
I'll impress you so much that it will almost leave you in shock


Niggas try to be the king but the ace is back
People try to claim leadership, but the true master has returned


(So if you ain't up on thangs)
(So if you're not aware)


Dr. Dre be the name still running the game (what?)
Dr. Dre is still the prominent figure in the music industry (what?)


Still got it wrapped like a mummy
I still have it strongly intact, like a mummy


Still ain't trippin', love to see young Blacks get money
I'm still not bothered, I love to witness young Black individuals prosper financially


Spend time out the hood, take they moms out the hood
Spend time away from the neighborhood and uplift their mothers from the deprived area


Hit my boys off with jobs, no more livin' hard
Provide my friends with job opportunities, no longer living a difficult life


Barbeques every day, drivin' fancy cars (hey, hey)
Enjoying barbeques daily, driving luxurious cars (hey, hey)


Still gon' get mine regardless (still)
I will still succeed, regardless of the circumstances


Right back up in your mothafuckin' ass
Returning right back and being present in your face


9-5 plus four pennies, add that shit up
Working consistently, earning the equivalent of four additional cents, calculate and sum it up


D.R.E. right back up on top of thangs
Dr. Dre reclaims his position at the top


Smoke some with your Dogg
Smoke marijuana with your friendly companion


No stress, no seeds, no stems, no sticks
No worries, no low-quality marijuana, only pure and high-quality product


Some of that real sticky-icky-icky
Some of that genuine, high-grade marijuana


Ooh-wee, put it in the air
Ooh-wee, inhale the smoke into the air


Boy, you's a fool D-R
Boy, you are foolish, Dr. Dre


Ha-ha
Laughing sound




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Scott Storch, Sean Carter, Melvin Bradford, Andre Young

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@vedanshubansal116

1999 : Still Dre.
2019 : Still Dre.
2099 : Still Dre.

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3099:still dre

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