[**rAp soLo**]

Yeah nigga, I'm still fuckin with ya
Still waters run deep
Still Snoop Dogg and D-R-E, '99 Nigga (Guess who's back)
Still, still doing that shit, Andre?

Oh for sho', check me out
It's still Dre Day nigga, A.K. 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 want to 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 (Uh huh)
Still rock my khakis with a cuff and a crease (fo sho)
Still got love for the streets, repping 213 (fo 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 on the low-low's girl

Still taking my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it's the D-R-E (Repeat 2x)

Since the last time you heard from me I lost some friends
Well, hell, me and Snoop, we dipping 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 my 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
It's "Turn Out the Lights" from the World Class Wreckin' Cru
I'm still at it, After-mathematics
In the home of drivebys and ak-matics
Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic
I dip through then I get skin, 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 a corner with your fly bitch
Laid back in the shack, play this track
I'm representing for the gangstas all across the world
Still (Hitting them corners on the low-low's 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

Right back up in ya motherfucking ass
'95 plus four pennies!
Add that shit up, D-R-E right back up on top of thangs
Smoke some with your dog
No stress, no seeds, no stems, no sticks!
Some of that real sticky icky icky
Oooh wee! Put it in the air
Oh you's a fool D.R.

[Snoop Dogg] (Kurupt)
La-da-da-da-dahh
It's the motherfuckin D-O-double-G (SNOOP DOGG!)
La-da-da-da-dahh
You know I'm mobbin with the D.R.E.
(YEAH YEAH YEAH
You know who's back up in this MOTHERFUCKER!)
What what what what?
(So blaze the weed up then!)
Blaze it up, blaze it up!
(Just blaze that shit up nigga, yeah, 'sup Snoop??)

Top Dogg, bite me all, nigga burn the shit up
D-P-G-C my nigga turn that shit up
C-P-T, L-B-C, yeah we hookin back up
And when they bang this in the club baby you got to get up
Thug niggaz drug dealers yeah they givin it up
Lowlife, yo' life, boy we livin it up
Takin chances while we dancin in the party fo' sho'
Bitches lookin at me strange but you know I don't care
Step up in this motherfucker just a-swingin my hair
Bitch quit talkin, quick walk if you down with the set
Take a bullet with some dick and take this dope from this jet
Out of town, put it down for the Father of Rap
And if yo' ass get cracked, bitch shut yo' trap
Come back, get back, that's the part of success
If you believe in the S you'll be relievin your stress

[Snoop] La-da-da-da-dahh
[Dre] It's the motherfuckin D.R.E.
(Dr. Dre MOTHERFUCKER!)
[Snoop] La-da-da-da-dahhh
[Dre] You know I'm mobbin with the D-O-double-G

[Dr. Dre]
Straight off the fuckin streets of C-P-T
King of the beats you ride to em in your Fleet (Fleetwood)
or Coupe DeVille rollin on dubs
How you feelin whoopty=whoop nigga whut?
Dre and Snoop chronic'ed out in the 'llac
with Doc in the back, sippin on 'gnac (yeah)
Clip in the strap, dippin through hoods (what hoods?)
Compton, Long Beach, Inglewood!
South Central out to the Westside (wessyde)
It's California Love,
this California bud got a nigga gang of pub
I'm on one, I might bail up in the Century Club
with my jeans on, and my team strong
Get my drink on, and my smoke on
Then go home with, somethin to poke on
(whassup bitch?)
Loc it's on for the two-triple-oh
Comin real, it's the next episode...

[Nate Dogg]
Hold up, heyyyyyyyy
for my niggaz who be thinkin we soft
We don't playyyyyyy
We gon' rock it til the wheels fall off
Hold up, heyyyyyyyy
for my niggaz who be actin too bold
Take a, seeaaaaaat
Hope you ready for the next episode
HeyyyeyyyeEYEYyyyEYYYY....
.... smoke weed everday!

This ain't beef man
I don't know what the fuck to call it
But no beef
Whattup X?

I float like big spirit in this bitch I'm ghostly
Rush me, cause you ain't gonna live to roast me
I'd have my motherfuckin ass kicked by Moby
if I let some bitch in the Can like 'Bis cop over me
to do war, and try to bring my crew back down
I'll never stoop, to that level, to do that now
I got a new cat, this time I'm pullin two gats out
With bullets, I finally got somethin to shoot at now

Let's see who got they city on lock
Let's see who got the better aim with the glock
Let's see who come out on top
Let's see who REALLY want they name in the streets
Let's see who wanna die the same time as me
and make ends meet
Now was I, blessed with a gift, or cursed with a curse?
I follow, hearse after hearse, with verse after verse
And I'll be damned if I let Billy dance Dupri
Or anybody swing an axe at my family tree, so now

I love it when you niggaz be talkin, sayin my name
Seems like your mouth is not connected to your brain
Two-zero-zero-three, and shit, it ain't the same
Better have a strap my nigga, simple and plain
Put your nuts on the table, my nigga let's play the game
Heard you so long, you be up to get the pain
I don't wanna hear what you meant, do not explain
Right before you lay in your coffin, hoe say my name

Why do you hate me? (Hate me) I came from nothin
Blood sweat and tears, you did not create me
How can you doubt me? (Doubt me) You don't know shit about me
There'd be no West coast without me
Cut with the bullshit (Bullshit) I struggle for survival
And now you tryin to act like my rival?
Watch what you say partner, it's a small earth
Don't play games with your life nigga, it's not worth
all the pain (all the pain) all the agony (all the agony)
All the horror (all the horrow) all the tragedy (all the tragedy)
Put your hands up people, it's time to fight now
I beat holes in your chest, remain hostile
Threaten my life? (C'mon!) One day you'll understand
They say that pride is the sign of a foolish man
So who the FUCK?! (Who the FUCK?!) you think you talkin to
Live and direct in the flesh, I'm right in FRONT OF YOU!

I never really smashed on Jermaine's ass, Dre smashed him
Nobody ganged up 'til he came back and jacked him
I never really brought it to his ass, I tapped him
I coulda been like Treach, boom-bapped and slapped him
purple, for mimickin him with two rappin Urkels
I coulda snapped, took it past rap and hurt you
But I didn't, I kept it on wax and served you
I "Square Dance" cause I'm sick of rappin circles
around these clowns, stready tryin to call me out
It's like I'm listenin to motherfuckin dogs meow
You'd probably do better tryin to come and stomp me out
You don't want it with rap, this is what I'm all about - c'mon
(I) No gangsta you ain't either
(Will) But I know that I spit "Ether"
(Not) I shoulda crossed your belly
(Lose) Show you I'm not R. Kelly
X, pass me the weed, I'ma put my ashes out on his ass
For the last time man.."Watch your fuckin mouth"
For the last time man, I'm through

S. Yo me criao aquí.
E.
V. Yo me criao aquí.
I. Yo me criao aquí.
L. Yo me criao aquí.
L.
A. Yo me criao aquí.

Vivo donde los trescientos fueron tres mil
donde un puente representa nuestro instinto viril,
donde gente y el rapero destaca mi grupo
puso este sitio en el mapa
los bares de tapas salmuela y barril.
Rey poeta como Almutamid, subis a la vid
mis huevos ocupan el prado como el caballo del cid.
El metro el tranvía con cables ciudad de interior
pero con río navegable follais y fingís.
Nos llega calentito el hachís,
Menuda estampa no escampa es el agua de abril,
tenemos hardcore reincidente y Raimundo Amador,
tenemos series residentes malviviendo en rulous.
Si traen mas guiris de erasmus avisadnos coño
vinieron en verano y perecieron de un espasmo por eso en complot.
Tenemos FanRock, Rigi, hip hop
y también al perro Juan que vive recordado en mi blog.

Si digo S, ya lo dicho tantas veces.
E, salgo pensando en volver
Si digo V, son las imágenes que retuve.
I, son las cosas que aquí conocí.
Si digo L, ellos esperaban xl
L, vá, así me fumo un dos papeles
A, hermano si la quieres de verdad por el peso de una flaca no abandones tu ciudad, va.

Vivo donde nadie a nadie quiere conocer,
donde existen más iglesias y menos gente con fé
donde el rio se desbarata siendo en medio una isla guapa
mientras un yonki pide plata pa tabaco y café.
Dos orillas unidas por los francés, las dos pisé,
nace un cine y nos visitan los hermanos Lumiere.
Vivo en la ciudad del sol el cual nos baña con su gracia
plaza españa Luck enlaza con la guerra de las galaxias volvé.
Hay famoseo y esque,
hay grupos buenos,
rapeo con los deos del pié,
es mi terreno, amor desde mi sexto LP.
Luego nos vemos cuidao donde te vas a meter.
El clima es bueno,
de noche así las motos matan al coche,
este alafe, mirando al valle desde el aljarafe componemos.
La vista es más bonita creo que es eso
estoy bajando la montaña iguál que la bajó un tarteso.

Haciendo S, ya lo dicho tantas veces.
E, salgo pensando en volver
Si digo V, son las imágenes que retuve.
I, son las cosas que aquí conocí.
Si digo L, ellos esperaban xl
L, vá, así me fumo un dos papeles
A, hermano si la quieres de verdad por el peso de una flaca no abandones tu ciudad, va

Subo de escalafón cada dos años cuando un disco editamos,
mejor me callo Nano, te dolerá saber cuanto ganamos,
ahora ponme esa etiqueta, venga carga estas maletas,
no me vengas con preguntas indiscretas, soy el puto amo.
Mi logo es un martillo,
mi casa es un castillo,
le saco brillo a to mis letras no nos la jugamos,
mi polen amarillo,
mi disco en el rastrillo,
y a los chiquillos no los estafamos.

Yo soy la voz del barrio,
glamour del extrarradio,
me salto los horarios y fumo hasta quemarme el labio,
yo soy el mercenario,
pal exterminio ario,
mi ron el Legendario y pago en la tienda con talonario.
2 0 0 6 os puse el nivel por las nubes
casa con piscina y en la puerta un BMW.
A 220 todos se estampan,
el Zatu te canta,
tío, odio el champán.
Tengo el mejor polen que probó esa garganta,
luego todos se achantan
y van tirando de alquitrán.
Es otra historia,
mira esos ojos rojos que de escoria,
parece ser que vengan buceando desde Coria,
¡toma pruébalo!

Rula esta mierda compi, ¡pruébalo!
(y es que yo tengo el estilo que ellos quieren...)
¡Pruébalo!
Rula esta mierda compi, ¡pruébalo!
(No veas si me ca-me cabe)

Mi nombre es Senior,
soy un bohemio y follo con los calcetines,
colega, ¿has visto estos botines?
Nike me los regala,
son de las más caras,
tu y tus bambas raras,
¿son del Zara tara?
Y sácame de copas por cualquier garito de Madrid,
tendrás que pagarme tú a mí,
pa que entre yo en tu sala VIP.
Tío yo soy un MC,
huelo tu emboscada,
¿qué pintas tú aquí?
yo salgo en todas las portadas.
Tengo la coartada,
las cuentas saldadas,
el Óscar cuenta sobres de billetes y luego los separa,
con las cuentas claras,
te pongo a bailar en la tarara,
con siete balas bajo mi almohada.

Rula esta mierda compi, ¡pruébalo!
(y es que yo tengo el estilo que ellos quieren...)
¡Pruébalo!
Rula esta mierda compi, ¡pruébalo!
(No veas si me ca-me cabe)

Ando por la calle con los cascos mientras canto,
me ven por la esquina y ya me abren la puerta del banco,
tampoco es pa tanto,
mira donde me siento,
rapeas como el puto culo,
cabrón atiende a tu sargento.
Tu vida es un disparo,
tu video es un descaro,
dime quien te ha prestado
esos coches tan caros.
Tengo contratados a cinco tipos para el directo,
y todos con buenos sueldos por supuesto.
Mi grupo en pleno efecto.
Coméros esto los que vais de puestos,
comprad mi camiseta en el kiosco,
está perfecto.
¿Qué me odiarán por esto?
me parece correcto,
y chupádmela ya antes de que me cague en vuestros muertos,
¡pruébalo!

Rula esta mierda compi, ¡pruébalo!
(y es que yo tengo el estilo que ellos quieren...)
¡Pruébalo!
Rula esta mierda compi, ¡pruébalo!
(No veas si me ca-me cabe)