Creepin' down the back street on these
I got my glock co*ked 'cause n***as want these
Now soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
By some n***a with a tech 9 tryin' to take mine
You want to make noise, make noise
I make a phone call my n***as comin' like the Gotti boys
Bodies bein' found on Greenleaf
With their f**ing heads cut off, motherf**er I'm Dre
So listen to the play-by-play, day-by-day
Rollin' in my '4 with 16 switches
And got sounds for the b**hes, clockin' all the riches
Got the hollow points for the snitches
So would you just walk on by, 'cause I'm too hard to lift
And no this ain't Aerosmith
It's the motherf**ing D-R-E, from the CPT
On a robbin' spree, a straight G
Hop back as I pop my top ya trip
I let the hollow points commence to POP POP POP
Yeah, 'cause if it don't stop
I have to put my sh** in reverse go back and take anothers stop
'Cause I'm (Rollin in my six-fo')
With all the n***as saying
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
Hell yeah
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
With all the n***as saying
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
Hell yeah
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
Just another motherf**ing day for Dre so I begin like this
No medallions, dreadlocks, or black fists it's just
That gangster glare, with gangster raps
That gangster sh**, that makes the gang of snaps,
Word to the motherf**ing streets
And word to these hyped a** lyrics and dope beats, that I
Hit ya with that I, get ya with
As I groove in my four on these, hitting the switches
b**hes relax while I get my proper swerve on
Bumping like a motherf**er ready to get my serve on
But before I hit the dope spot
I gotta get the chronic, the Reme Martin and my soda pop
Now I'm smelling like indo-nesia
Bus stop full of fly b**hes and skeezers
On my dick, cause my four on hit
Pancake front and back, side to side and all that sh**
So when I crawl I comes correct
Now, if your b**h in my sh**, it's your b**h you check n***a
Now let the Chevrolet slide
As I dip a n***a trip to the south side, yeah
(Rollin in my six-fo') with all the b**hes sayin'
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
Hell yeah
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
With all the motherf**in' b**hes sayin'
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
Know what I'm sayin'
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
Check this out
The sun went down when I hit Slausson
On my way to the strip, now I'm just flossing
Checking my rear view, cause n***as they will do
Jack moves, black fools cause I smack fools
Try to set me up for a two-eleven
f** around and get caught up in a one-eight-seven
But I don't represent no g**n
Some n***as like lynching but I just watch them hang
So on, and so-on, why don't you let me roll on
I remember back in the days when I used to have to get my stroll on
Didn't nobody wanna speak, now everybody
Peeping out they windows when they hear me beating up the streets
Is it Dre? Is it Dre?
That's what they say, every single motherf**ing day, yo
But I ain't tripping I'm just kicking it
While my D's keep spinning and these hoes keep grinning I'll be
(Rollin in my six-fo') With everybody saying
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
Hell yeah
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
With everybody sayin'
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
Hell yeah
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride