Creepin' down the back on these I got my glock cocked 'cause niggas want Now soon as I it, seems I got sweated By some nigga with a 9 tryin' to take mine You want to make noise, make I make a phone call my comin' like the Gotti boys bein' found on Greenleaf With their fucking cut off, motherfucker I'm Dre So listen to the play-by-play, in my '4 with 16 switches And got sounds for the bitches, all the riches Got the hollow for the snitches So would you just walk on by, I'm too hard to lift And no ain't Aerosmith It's the motherfucking D-R-E, the CPT On a robbin' spree, a 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 and take anothers stop I'm (Rollin in my six-fo') With all the niggas
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me yeah Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me With all the niggas Swing down, chariot stop and, let me ride yeah Swing down, sweet stop and, let me ride
another motherfucking day for Dre so I begin like this No medallions, dreadlocks, or black fists it's That gangster glare, gangster raps That gangster shit, that the gang of snaps, to the motherfucking streets And word to these hyped ass lyrics and dope beats, I Hit ya with I, get ya with As I groove in my four on these, hitting the Bitches relax I get my proper swerve on Bumping like a motherfucker ready to get my on But before I hit the spot I gotta get the chronic, the Reme and my soda pop Now I'm smelling like Bus full of fly bitches and skeezers On my dick, my four on hit Pancake front and back, side to and all that shit So when I crawl I comes Now, if bitch in my shit, it's your bitch you check nigga Now let the slide As I dip a nigga to the south side, yeah (Rollin in my six-fo') all the bitches sayin'
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me Hell Swing down, sweet stop and, let me ride all the motherfuckin' bitches sayin' 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 when I hit On my way to the strip, now I'm just Checking my rear view, niggas they will do Jack moves, black fools I smack fools Try to set me up for a Fuck around and get caught up in a But I don't represent no Some niggas like lynching but I watch them hang So on, and so-on, why don't you let me 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 when they hear me beating up the Is it Dre? Is it That's what they say, every single day, yo But I ain't tripping I'm kicking it While my D's keep and these hoes keep grinning I'll be (Rollin in my six-fo') With everybody
Swing down, sweet chariot and, let me ride Hell Swing down, chariot stop and, let me ride With sayin' Swing down, sweet stop and, let me ride yeah Swing down, chariot stop and, let me ride