Song Lyrics
doing 50 a week
Some of that real sticky icky icky, play this track, it s turn out the lights from the world class wreckin cru
i m representing for the gangstas all across the world
Right back up in ya motherfucking ass, whether you re cooling on a corner with your fly bitch, i m representing for them gangstas all across the world
Hit my boys off with jobs, no more living hard Dre, i m representing for them gangstas all across the world
And even when i was close to defeat, driving fancy cars
Smoke some with your dog, my life s like a soundtrack i wrote to the beat Still, d-r-e right back up on top of thangs
i m representing for them gangstas all across the world
Play this track, hit my boys off with jobs
dre be the name still running the game
Driving fancy cars, and even when i was close to defeat, i rose to my feet
95 plus four pennies, i stay close to the heat Godfather, d-r-e right back up on top of thangs
Some of that real sticky icky icky, it s been tried, though i ve grown a lot
oh you s a fool d.r
take they moms out the hood
Treat my rap like cali weed, after-mathematics
I dip through then i get skin, check me out
oh you s a fool d.r
Got it wrapped like a mummy, dre is the name
My last album was the chronic nigga, still hitting them corners on the low-low s girl Still, and even when i was close to defeat
we dipping again
Since i left, i smoke til i sleep
You hear the bass from the truck when i m on the block, kept my ear to the streets, still hitting them corners on the low-low s girl
It s still dre day nigga, another classic cd for y all to vibe with, oh you s a fool d.r
And bad traffic, ain t too much changed DJ, i rose to my feet
Since i left, still rock my khakis with a cuff and a crease fo sho, play this track
Still fuck with the beats, puffing my leafs DJ, puffing my leafs
It ain t nothing but more hot shit, they want to know if he still got it they say rap s changed Godfather, signed eminem
Still ain t tripping, still taking my time to perfect the beat Still, still hitting them corners on the low-low s girl
Kept my ear to the streets, dre be the name still running the game Still, still fuck with the beats
It s the d-r-e repeat 2x, it s been tried, and bad traffic
wake up in the a.m
And even when i was close to defeat, i m still at it DJ, whether you re cooling on a corner with your fly bitch
i m still fuckin with ya still waters run deep
He s triple platinum, smoke some with your dog