Creepin' down the street on these I got my glock 'cause niggas want these Now soon as I said it, seems I got By some with a tech 9 tryin' to take mine You want to make noise, noise I make a phone call my niggas comin' like the boys Bodies bein' found on With their fucking heads cut off, I'm Dre So to the play-by-play, day-by-day Rollin' in my '4 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 It's the D-R-E, from the CPT On a spree, a straight G Hop as I pop my top ya trip I let the points 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 saying
Swing down, chariot stop and, let me ride yeah Swing down, sweet stop and, let me ride With all the saying Swing down, sweet chariot and, let me ride yeah Swing down, sweet chariot and, let me ride
Just another motherfucking day for Dre so I begin this No medallions, dreadlocks, or black fists it's gangster glare, with gangster raps That shit, that makes the gang of snaps, to the motherfucking streets And word to these hyped ass and dope beats, that I Hit ya that I, get ya with As I groove in my four on these, the switches Bitches relax I get my proper swerve on Bumping like a ready to get my serve on But I hit the dope spot I get the chronic, the Reme Martin and my soda pop Now I'm like indo-nesia Bus full of fly bitches and skeezers On my dick, my four on hit front and back, side to side and all that shit So when I I comes correct Now, if your in my shit, it's your bitch you check nigga Now let the slide As I dip a nigga trip to the side, yeah (Rollin in my six-fo') with all the bitches
Swing down, sweet stop and, let me ride yeah Swing down, sweet chariot and, let me ride With all the motherfuckin' bitches Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me Know what I'm Swing down, sweet 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, cause niggas will do Jack moves, fools cause I smack fools Try to set me up for a around and get caught up in a one-eight-seven But I don't no gangbang niggas like lynching but I just watch them hang So on, and so-on, why you let me roll on I remember back in the days when I used to have to get my on Didn't nobody wanna speak, now Peeping out they windows when they me beating up the streets Is it Is it Dre? what they say, every single motherfucking day, yo But I ain't tripping I'm kicking it While my D's keep spinning and these hoes 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 everybody sayin' Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me yeah Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me