Creepin' down the back street on I got my glock cocked 'cause niggas want Now as I said it, seems I got sweated By some nigga with a tech 9 tryin' to mine You want to noise, make noise I make a phone 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, clockin' all the Got the hollow for the snitches So would you just walk on by, 'cause I'm too to lift And no this Aerosmith the motherfucking D-R-E, from the CPT On a robbin' spree, a G Hop as I pop my top ya trip I let the hollow points to POP POP POP Yeah, 'cause if it stop I have to put my shit in reverse go back and 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, sweet chariot stop and, let me Hell Swing down, sweet stop and, let me ride
Just another motherfucking day for Dre so I like this No medallions, dreadlocks, or fists it's just That gangster glare, with gangster That gangster shit, makes the gang of snaps, to the motherfucking streets And word to these ass lyrics and dope beats, that I Hit ya that I, get ya with As I groove in my four on these, the switches relax while I get my proper swerve 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 like indo-nesia Bus stop full of fly and skeezers On my dick, my four on hit Pancake front and back, side to side and all shit So I crawl I comes correct Now, if your bitch in my shit, it's your bitch you nigga Now let the Chevrolet As I dip a nigga to the south side, yeah (Rollin in my six-fo') with all the bitches
Swing down, chariot stop and, let me ride Hell Swing down, sweet stop and, let me ride With all the bitches sayin' Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me Know what I'm Swing down, sweet 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 fools cause I fools Try to set me up for a Fuck around and get caught up in a But I don't no gangbang niggas like lynching but I just watch them hang So on, and so-on, why don't you let me on I back in the days 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 Is it Dre? what they say, every single motherfucking day, yo But I ain't I'm just kicking it While my D's keep spinning and hoes keep grinning I'll be (Rollin in my six-fo') everybody saying
down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride Hell Swing down, chariot stop and, let me ride With everybody Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me Hell Swing down, sweet stop and, let me ride