Creepin' the back street on these I got my glock cocked 'cause niggas want Now soon as I said it, I got sweated By some nigga with a 9 tryin' to take mine You want to make noise, noise I a phone call my niggas comin' like the Gotti boys Bodies found on Greenleaf With fucking heads cut off, motherfucker I'm Dre So to the play-by-play, day-by-day 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 on by, 'cause I'm too hard to lift And no ain't Aerosmith It's the 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, 'cause if it don't I have to put my shit in reverse go back and take stop I'm (Rollin in my six-fo') With all the niggas
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me Hell Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me With all the saying Swing down, chariot stop and, let me ride Hell Swing down, sweet chariot and, let me ride
another motherfucking day for Dre so I begin like this No medallions, dreadlocks, or fists it's just gangster glare, with gangster raps That shit, that makes the gang of snaps, Word to the motherfucking And word to these ass lyrics and dope beats, that I Hit ya that I, get ya with As I groove in my on these, hitting the switches Bitches relax I get my proper swerve on Bumping like a motherfucker ready to get my on But before I hit the dope I gotta get the chronic, the Reme and my soda pop Now I'm like indo-nesia Bus full of fly bitches and skeezers On my dick, cause my on hit Pancake front and back, side to side and all shit So I crawl I comes correct Now, if your in my shit, it's your bitch you check nigga Now let the Chevrolet As I dip a nigga trip to the side, yeah (Rollin in my six-fo') all the bitches sayin'
Swing down, sweet stop and, let me ride Hell down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride With all the motherfuckin' sayin' Swing down, chariot stop and, let me ride what I'm sayin' Swing down, chariot stop and, let me ride
this out The sun went down I hit Slausson On my way to the strip, now I'm flossing Checking my view, cause niggas they will do Jack moves, black cause I smack fools Try to set me up for a Fuck around and get up in a one-eight-seven But I represent no gangbang 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 days when I used to have to get my 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 motherfucking day, yo But I ain't I'm just kicking it While my D's spinning and these hoes keep grinning I'll be (Rollin in my six-fo') With everybody
Swing down, sweet chariot and, let me ride Hell down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride With sayin' Swing down, chariot stop and, let me ride Hell down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride