Chords for Dr. Dre - Still D.R.E. ft. Snoop Dogg (1960's Motown Soul Version AI Cover) Remix
Tempo:
89.95 bpm
Chords used:
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Jam Along & Learn...
[Ebm] Oh yeah, [Bbm] still riding, still shining.
Retro rag,
[Bbm] guess who's back?
Yeah, yeah, still west coast, still flames in the booth.
When [Bbm] I slide through spots that I used to rock,
that bassline jump off the [Eb] block.
the crown don't slip when you're built from [Bbm] the walk.
Man, my last point still knockin' [Ebm] doors.
Retro rag,
[Bbm] guess who's back?
Yeah, yeah, still west coast, still flames in the booth.
When [Bbm] I slide through spots that I used to rock,
that bassline jump off the [Eb] block.
the crown don't slip when you're built from [Bbm] the walk.
Man, my last point still knockin' [Ebm] doors.
100% ➙ 90BPM
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_ _ [Ebm] _ _ _ Oh yeah, _ [Bbm] still _ _ riding, still shining.
_ _ _ _ Retro rag, _ _
_ _ _ [Bbm] guess who's back? _
Yeah, _ yeah, still west coast, still flames in the booth.
Been a long road, but I'm [Ebm] still the truth. _ _
When _ [Bbm] I slide through spots that I used to rock,
you feel that bassline jump off the [Eb] block.
Shorty, short love, haters still [Ebm] talk,
but the crown don't slip when you're built from [Bbm] the walk.
They ask if the sound still hit like before.
Man, my last point still knockin' [Ebm] doors.
Still twist my smoke, still ride to the beat.
Still not lovin' the [Bbm] fake or the weak.
Still khaki's crisp, kick stay clean.
Still rep that quote at West Coast [Ebm] Dreams.
Still the rhythm bang, still play my lane.
[Bbm] Since I left, _ [D] ain't much changed.
I'm representing for [Eb] them riders all around the world.
Still, [Ebm] _
still, [Bb] hittin' them corners like [Bbm] the Crowmont Word.
Still, still takin' my time to perfect the [Ebm] heat.
And I still got love for the street.
It's the W [Bbm]-E-S-T, rest the W-E-S-T.
I'm representing for [Ebm] them riders all around the world.
Still, _ still, Boston and [Bbm] Classics, Candy Purple.
Still, still cookin' that vibe that the real ones [Ebm] need.
And I still got love for the street.
Yeah, yeah, [Bbm] that's me.
Yeah, _ yeah.
_ [Ebm] Since the [Bb] last drop, I done lost some kin.
But I'm still out here pushin' with the [Bbm] wind.
Kept my ear to the ground, signed a few young stars.
Now they double-plan, I'm ridin' fancy [Ebm] cars.
Still, still stay close to the flame and grind.
Even when I fell back, I rewind [Bb] time.
My life's like bars that align with the beat.
I breathe music, it's my heartbeat.
[Ebm] Wake up early, cook up fire.
Still inspire, still aim [Bbm] higher.
Ain't no fluke, I've been built from pain.
From backroom [Bb] booths to a hall of fame.
I'm representing for them [Eb] riders all across the world.
_ [Ebm] _ Still, still rollin' [Bb] low and lettin' smoke run [Bb] firm.
Still takin' my time to design the [Ebm] heat.
And I still got love for the street.
It's the W-E [Bbm]-S-T.
It's the W-E-S-T.
_ _ [Bb]
Ain't nothin' [Eb] changed but the frame and face.
Still drop classes that define the place.
Where the chillin' and the cutter on the coast can [Bbm] sigh.
Dis that anthem, West gon' [Eb] ride.
Lay back, let's play, let it hit your chest.
No stress, just rhythm and [Bbm] finesse.
Tryna be the king, better mind your [Ab] step.
Cause they ace came back and he's well [Eb] prepped.
Still runnin' the game, no tricks, no gimmicks.
Still puttin' on for the culture and [Bb] lyrics.
Tell my youngins get paid.
Get it right, get it [Bbm] right.
Turn the struggle to barbecue nights.
[Eb] Yeah, hey.
Big dream, fancy cars in the [Bb] lane.
But I still stay grounded.
I ain't changed.
I'm representin' for them [Eb] riders all across the world.
Still.
Still.
_ Hittin' them [Bb] corners, flags unfurled.
Still.
Still takin' my time to craft the [Eb] beat.
And I still got love for the street.
It's the W-E [Bb]-S-T.
It's the W-E-S [Bbm]-T.
I'm representin' for them wrestlers [Eb] all across the world.
Still. _
Riding [Bbm] on those diamonds, swirl, swirl.
Still lighting that fire, keeping it real sweet.
And I [Eb] still got love for the street.
Yeah, that's [Bb] me.
_ That's me.
_ [Eb] Right back in the mix again.
Two-five plus two more poundin' it.
Still, there's [Bbm] no stress, just smoke and peace.
Real ones know, but groove don't cease.
Roll it up, [Ebm] put it in the air.
For the folks that don't confess.
_ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ Still, we're [Ebm] still.
_ _ _ Yeah.
[Ab] Ooh.
_ [Bb] _ _ Yeah. _
Ooh.
[Ebm] _ _ _ Yeah.
_ [Eb]
_ _ _ _ Retro rag, _ _
_ _ _ [Bbm] guess who's back? _
Yeah, _ yeah, still west coast, still flames in the booth.
Been a long road, but I'm [Ebm] still the truth. _ _
When _ [Bbm] I slide through spots that I used to rock,
you feel that bassline jump off the [Eb] block.
Shorty, short love, haters still [Ebm] talk,
but the crown don't slip when you're built from [Bbm] the walk.
They ask if the sound still hit like before.
Man, my last point still knockin' [Ebm] doors.
Still twist my smoke, still ride to the beat.
Still not lovin' the [Bbm] fake or the weak.
Still khaki's crisp, kick stay clean.
Still rep that quote at West Coast [Ebm] Dreams.
Still the rhythm bang, still play my lane.
[Bbm] Since I left, _ [D] ain't much changed.
I'm representing for [Eb] them riders all around the world.
Still, [Ebm] _
still, [Bb] hittin' them corners like [Bbm] the Crowmont Word.
Still, still takin' my time to perfect the [Ebm] heat.
And I still got love for the street.
It's the W [Bbm]-E-S-T, rest the W-E-S-T.
I'm representing for [Ebm] them riders all around the world.
Still, _ still, Boston and [Bbm] Classics, Candy Purple.
Still, still cookin' that vibe that the real ones [Ebm] need.
And I still got love for the street.
Yeah, yeah, [Bbm] that's me.
Yeah, _ yeah.
_ [Ebm] Since the [Bb] last drop, I done lost some kin.
But I'm still out here pushin' with the [Bbm] wind.
Kept my ear to the ground, signed a few young stars.
Now they double-plan, I'm ridin' fancy [Ebm] cars.
Still, still stay close to the flame and grind.
Even when I fell back, I rewind [Bb] time.
My life's like bars that align with the beat.
I breathe music, it's my heartbeat.
[Ebm] Wake up early, cook up fire.
Still inspire, still aim [Bbm] higher.
Ain't no fluke, I've been built from pain.
From backroom [Bb] booths to a hall of fame.
I'm representing for them [Eb] riders all across the world.
_ [Ebm] _ Still, still rollin' [Bb] low and lettin' smoke run [Bb] firm.
Still takin' my time to design the [Ebm] heat.
And I still got love for the street.
It's the W-E [Bbm]-S-T.
It's the W-E-S-T.
_ _ [Bb]
Ain't nothin' [Eb] changed but the frame and face.
Still drop classes that define the place.
Where the chillin' and the cutter on the coast can [Bbm] sigh.
Dis that anthem, West gon' [Eb] ride.
Lay back, let's play, let it hit your chest.
No stress, just rhythm and [Bbm] finesse.
Tryna be the king, better mind your [Ab] step.
Cause they ace came back and he's well [Eb] prepped.
Still runnin' the game, no tricks, no gimmicks.
Still puttin' on for the culture and [Bb] lyrics.
Tell my youngins get paid.
Get it right, get it [Bbm] right.
Turn the struggle to barbecue nights.
[Eb] Yeah, hey.
Big dream, fancy cars in the [Bb] lane.
But I still stay grounded.
I ain't changed.
I'm representin' for them [Eb] riders all across the world.
Still.
Still.
_ Hittin' them [Bb] corners, flags unfurled.
Still.
Still takin' my time to craft the [Eb] beat.
And I still got love for the street.
It's the W-E [Bb]-S-T.
It's the W-E-S [Bbm]-T.
I'm representin' for them wrestlers [Eb] all across the world.
Still. _
Riding [Bbm] on those diamonds, swirl, swirl.
Still lighting that fire, keeping it real sweet.
And I [Eb] still got love for the street.
Yeah, that's [Bb] me.
_ That's me.
_ [Eb] Right back in the mix again.
Two-five plus two more poundin' it.
Still, there's [Bbm] no stress, just smoke and peace.
Real ones know, but groove don't cease.
Roll it up, [Ebm] put it in the air.
For the folks that don't confess.
_ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ Still, we're [Ebm] still.
_ _ _ Yeah.
[Ab] Ooh.
_ [Bb] _ _ Yeah. _
Ooh.
[Ebm] _ _ _ Yeah.
_ [Eb]