Yeah, still puffin’ on that chronic leaf,
Beats still bangin’ like a villain in the street.
Black ’64 swervin’ low, let the speakers blow,
Compton in my rearview, still runnin’ the show.
Cuban link swingin’, wrist still gleamin’ frost,
Counted all my blessings, never counted what I lost.
Dre back, scalp the game, let the bassline bleed,
Still D.R.E., bitch—legend’s all I ever need.