Lyrical Breakdown of Still D.R.E. - Instrumental - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Still D.R.E. - Instrumental" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how Dr. Dre weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Still D.R.E. - Instrumental" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
  • Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Dr. Dre employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
  • Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Dr. Dre's narrative.

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Yeah nigga, I'm still fuckin' wit' ya Still waters run deep Still Snoop Dogg and D.R.E. '99 nigga, guess who's back Still, still doing that shit, huh, Dre? Oh for sho', yeah, 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 leaves, still fuck with the beats Still not loving police (huh-uh) Still rock my khakis with a cuff and a crease (for sho') Still got love for the streets, repping 213 (for 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-lows, girl Still taking my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D.R.E. I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world (Still) Hitting them corners on the low-lows, girl Still taking my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D.R.E. 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'm '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 Since "Turn Out the Lights" from the World Class Wreckin' Cru I'm still at it, after mathematics In the home of drive-bys and ak-matics Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic I dip through, then I give you (still) D.R.E. I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world (Still) Hitting them corners on the low-lows girl Still taking my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D.R.E. I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world (Still) Hitting them corners on the low-lows girl Still taking my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the 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 (biatch) Laidback in the shack, play this track I'm representing for the gangstas all across the world Still (Hitting them corners on the low-lows 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 (hey, hey) Still gon' get mine regardless (still) I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world (Still) Hitting them corners on the low-lows, girl Still taking my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D.R.E. I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world (Still) Hitting them corners on the low-lows, girl Still taking my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D.R.E. I'm representing for them gangstas all across the world (Still) Hitting them corners on the low-lows, girl Still taking my time to perfect the beat And I still got love for the streets, it's the D.R.E. Right back up in ya motherfucking ass 9-5 plus four pennies! Add that shit up, D.R.E. right back up on top of thangs Smoke some wit' your Dogg No stress, no seeds, no stems, no sticks! Some of that real sticky-icky-icky Oooh wee! Put it in the air Well, you's a fool, D-R Haha