Creepin' the back street on these I got my glock cocked niggas want these Now as I said it, seems I got sweated By some nigga a tech 9 tryin' to take mine You want to noise, make noise I make a phone call my comin' like the Gotti boys Bodies found on Greenleaf With their heads cut off, motherfucker I'm Dre So to the play-by-play, day-by-day Rollin' in my '4 16 switches And got for the bitches, clockin' all the riches Got the hollow for the snitches So would you just walk on by, I'm too hard to lift And no this ain't the motherfucking D-R-E, from the CPT On a spree, a straight G Hop back as I pop my top ya I let the hollow commence to POP POP POP Yeah, if it don't stop I have to put my shit in reverse go back and take anothers I'm (Rollin in my six-fo') With all the niggas
Swing down, sweet stop and, let me ride yeah Swing down, sweet stop and, let me ride With all the niggas Swing down, sweet stop and, let me ride yeah Swing down, sweet stop and, let me ride
Just another day for Dre so I begin like this No medallions, dreadlocks, or black it's just That gangster glare, with gangster That gangster shit, that the gang of snaps, Word to the streets And word to these hyped ass lyrics and beats, that I Hit ya with that I, get ya As I groove in my on these, hitting the switches Bitches relax while I get my proper on Bumping like a motherfucker ready to get my on But before I hit the dope I get the chronic, the Reme Martin and my soda pop Now I'm smelling like Bus stop full of fly bitches and On my dick, my four on hit Pancake and back, side to side and all that shit So when I crawl I correct Now, if your bitch in my shit, it's your you check nigga Now let the slide As I dip a trip to the south side, yeah (Rollin in my six-fo') all the bitches sayin'
Swing down, sweet stop and, let me ride yeah Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me With all the motherfuckin' bitches Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me Know what I'm down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
Check out The sun went down I hit Slausson On my way to the strip, now I'm just Checking my rear view, cause niggas will do moves, black fools cause I smack fools Try to set me up for a Fuck around and get up in a one-eight-seven But I don't no gangbang Some niggas like lynching but I just them hang So on, and so-on, why you let me roll on I remember back in the when I used to have to get my stroll on Didn't wanna speak, now everybody Peeping out they windows they hear me beating up the streets Is it Dre? Is it what they say, every single motherfucking day, yo But I ain't I'm just kicking it While my D's keep spinning and these hoes keep grinning be (Rollin in my six-fo') everybody saying
Swing down, sweet stop and, let me ride Hell Swing down, sweet chariot and, let me ride With everybody Swing down, sweet stop and, let me ride yeah Swing down, chariot stop and, let me ride