Still D.R.E. chords

F _ _ _ _ _ _ _ Bbm.
Yeah, niggas, G I'm still Fm fuckin' with you.
Still, Waters Run Deep.
Bbm.
Still, Snoop Dogg with D.
R.
A.
Fm My 9, nigga.
Guess who's back.
Bbm _ .
_ Still.
Fm You still doin' that shit, Hunter.
Bbm Oh, for sure.
_ _ Fm Check me out.
_ _ Bbm Still, Ray-Z, nigga.
G AK, nigga.
F Oh, I Fm boom, like, can't keep it home a lot.
Bbm This is my frequent spot, said I'm known G to rock.
Fm You hear the bass from the truck when I'm home to play.
Bbm They pay homage, but haters G say Ray Fm-Pelon.
How, nigga, my last album was the Gb chronic.
They wanna know G if he still got it.
Fm They say rap's janky.
They wanna know how I feel Bbm about it.
And you ain't up on that.
G Fm Dr.
Dre is the name.
I'm ahead of my game.
Bbm Still, puffin' my G leaves.
Still, fuck with the beat.
Fm Still not lovin' police.
Still Bbm rock my khakis with a cuff and a crease.
G Still Fm got love for the street, reppin' 213.
Bbm Still, the beat bang.
G Still doin' my thing.
Fm Since I left, ain't too much change.
Still, Bbm I'm representin' for the G gangsters all across the world.
Fm Still, gettin' downers in them Lolo's, girl.
Bbm Still, takin' my time to perfect the beat.
Fm And I still got love for the streets.
It's the E Bbm-R-D.
Gangsters all across G the world.
Fm Still, gettin' downers in them Lolo's, girl.
Bbm Still, takin' my time to perfect the beat.
Fm And I still got love for the streets.
It's the E Bbm-R-D.
Since the last time you heard from me, I lost the flames.
Well, Fm hell.
Me and Snoop we dippin' again, Bbm get my head to the streets.
Signed MM's, D's, Fm triple platinum, doing 50 a week.
Bbm Still, I stay close to the heat.
And even Fm when I was close to defeat, I rode to my Bbm feet.
My life like a soundtrack I wrote to the Fm beat.
Sweet rap like Cali weed, I smoke till I Bbm sleep.
Wake up in the AM, pose a beat.
I Fm bring the fire to your sulking A G.
C.
It's not a fluke, it's been tried, I'm the Fm truth.
Since turn out the light from the world class record Bbm crew.
Ooh, feel that it, after mathematics.
Fm In a home of drive-bys and Bbm agnetics.
Swap me, sticky green and Fm bad traffic.
I dip, move, then I get big.
Still, Bbm I'm rockin' for them gangsters all across the world.
Still, Fm gettin' them counters in them lomos.
Bbm Still, takin' my G time to perfect the Fm beat.
And I still got love for the streets.
Bbm I'm rockin' for them gangsters all across the world.
Fm Still, gettin' them counters in them Bbm lomos.
Still, takin' my time to perfect G the beat.
Fm And I still got love for the streets.
It's the E G.
R.
E.
that ain't nothin' but mo' hot shit.
Fm Another classic, six deep for y'all to vibe Bbm with.
Whether you're coolin' on the corner with your fly Fm bitch.
Lay back in the shack, play this track.
Bbm I'm G representin' for the gangsters all across the world.
Fm Still, gettin' them counters in them lomos.
Girl, Bbm I'll break your neck, amniotic, put your face in your lap.
Fm Niggas try to be the king, but they're Bbm aces.
That's right, so when you ain't up on time.
Dr.
Fm Dre be the name, still runnin' the game.
Bbm Still, G got it rapped like a mummy.
Fm Still ain't trippin', love to see young black get Bbm money.
Spend time out in the woods, take they moms out to Fm hood.
Hit my boys off of jobs, no more livin' Bbm hard.
Barbecues every day, drivin' fancy Fm cars.
Still gon' get my big.
G I'm representin' for the gangsters all across the world.
Fm Still, gettin' them counters in them lomos.
G Still, takin' my time to perfect the beat.
Fm And I still got love for the Bbm streets.
It's the E.
R.
E.
that ain't nothin' but mo' hot shit.
Still, Fm gettin' them counters in them Db lomos.
Bbm Still, takin' my G time to perfect the beat.
Fm And I still got love for the streets.
It's the Bbm E.
R.
E.
that ain't nothin' but mo' hot shit.
I'm representin' for the gangsters all across the world.
Fm Still, gettin' them counters in them lomos.
Bbm Still, takin' my time to G perfect the beat.
Fm And I still got love for the streets.
It's the Bbm E.
R.
E.
Right back G up in your motherfuckin' Fm ass.
Nine-five plus four Bbm pennies.
Add that shit up.
D.
R.
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E.
Fm Right back up on top of things Bbm Smoke somethin' with your dog No Fm stress, no seeds, no stems, no sticks Bbm Some of that real sticky, icky, icky Fm Ooh, wee Put it in the Bbm air, air Well, you's a cool D.
R.
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