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Pras feat. Ol' Dirty Bastard & Mýa - Ghetto Supastar (That Is What You Are) feat. Whitney Houston - My Love Is Your Love (twoinone)
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Yeah, nigga
I'm still fucking with you
Still waters run deep
Still Snoop Dogg and D-R-E, '99 nigga
Guess who's back?
Still, doing that shit Andre?
(Oh for sho', 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 puffing my leafs
Still fuck with the beats, still not loving police
Still rock my khakis with a cuff and a crease
Still got love for the streets, reppin' 213 (For life)
Still the beats bang, still doing my thang
Since I left ain't too much changed, still
I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world
(Still) Hitting them corners in them low-lows, girl
Still taking my time to perfect the beat
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) Hitting them corners in them low-lows, 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 dippin' 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 give you (Still) D-R-E
I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world
(Still) Hitting them corners in them low-lows, girl
Still taking my time to perfect the beat
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) Hitting them corners in them low-lows, girl
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 the corner with your fly bitch (Biatch)
Laid back in the shack, play this track
I'm representing for the gangstas all across the world
Still (Hittin' them corners in them low-lows, 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 them gangstas all across the world
(Still) Hitting them corners in them low-lows, girl
Still taking my time to perfect the beat
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) Hitting them corners in them low-lows, girl
Still taking my time to perfect the beat
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) Hitting them corners in them low-lows, girl
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 motherfuckin' ass
Nine-five plus four pennies, add that shit up
D.R.E. right back up on top of thangs
Smoke some wit' your Dogg
No stress, no seeds, no stems, no sticks!
Some of that real sticky-icky-icky
Ooh wee! Put it in the air!
Well, you's a fool, D-R, ha-ha

Eee-ya-ya-ya-ya-yah The Dogg Pound's in the house (the bomb)
Eee-ya-ya-ya-ya-yah The Dogg Pound's in the house
Snoop Doggy, Dogg (the bomb)
Snoop Doggy, Dogg (Dogg)
From the depths of the sea, back to the block
Snoop Doggy Dogg, funky as the, the, The D.O.C
Went solo on that ass, but it's still the same
Long Beach is the spot where I served my 'caine
Follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me, but don't lose your grip
Nine-trizzay's the yizzear for me to fuck up shit
So I ain't holdin nothin' back
And motherfucker I got five on the 20 sack
It's like that and as a matter of fact (ra-ta-tat-tat)
'Cause I never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
Yeah, so peep out the manuscript
You see that it's a must, we drop gangsta shit
What's my motherfuckin' name?
Snoop Doggy, Dogg (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Snoop Doggy, Dogg (the bomb)
Da-da-da-da-dah
Do-do-do-do, doo-doo-doo-da-dah (Dogg)
It's the bow to the wow, creepin' and crawlin'
Yiggy yes y'allin, Snoop Doggy Dogg
In the motherfuckin' house like every day
Droppin' shit with my nigga Mr. Dr. Dre
Like I said, niggas can't fuck with this
And niggas can't fuck with that
Shit that I drop 'cause ya know it don't stop
Mr. One Eight Seven on a motherfuckin' cop
Tic toc never the Glock just some nuts and a cock
Robbin' motherfuckers then I kill dem bloodclaats
Then I step through the fog and I creep through the smog
'Cause I'm Snoop Doggy (who?) Doggy (what?) Doggy (Dogg)
Snoop Doggy, Dogg
Snoop Doggy, Dogg (the bomb)
Bow wow wow yippie-yo-yippie-yay
Bow wow wow yippie-yo (the bomb)
Bow wow wow yippie-yo-yippie-yay
Bow wow wow yippie-yo-yo-yo-yo
Now just throw your hands in the motherfuckin' air
And wave the motherfuckers like ya just don't care (Dogg)
Yeah, roll up the dank, and pour the drank
And watch your step (why?) 'cause Doggy's on the gank
My bank roll's on swoll
My shit's on hit, legit, now I'm on parole, stroll
With The Dogg Pound right behind me
And up in yo' bitch, is where ya might find me
Layin' that, playin that G Thang
She want the nigga with the biggest nuts, and guess what?
He is I, and I am him, slim with the tilted brim
What's my motherfuckin' name?
Snoop Doggy, Dogg (the bomb)
Snoop Doggy, Dogg
Snoop Doggy, Dogg (the bomb)
Snoop Doggy, Dogg (Dogg)
Da-da-da-da-dah
Do-do-do-do, doo-doo-doo-da-dah (the bomb)
Da-da-da-da-dah
Do-do-do-do, doo-doo-doo-da-dah (Dogg) (the bomb)
Doggy Dogg, Doggy Dogg, Doggy Dogg (the bomb)
Bow wow wow yippie-yo-yippie-yay (the bomb)
What is, his name? (Dogg) Snoop Dogg, and the Dogg Pound (the bomb)
Oh-oh yeah, Snoopy Dogg, Snoopy Dogg, Snoopy Dogg (the bomb)
Yeah, yeah (Dogg) I know his name
Come on Snoopy, come on Snoopy
(The bomb) and The Dogg Pound
Snoopy Dogg (the bomb) Snoopy Dogg
Snoopy Dogg (Dogg)
(Dog, nasty dog, doggy dog)