Chords for Still DRE - Dr Dre And Snoop Dogg

[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.
.
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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