Creepin' down the back on these I got my cocked 'cause niggas want these Now soon as I said it, I got sweated By some nigga with a 9 tryin' to take mine You want to noise, make noise I make a phone call my niggas comin' the Gotti boys Bodies bein' on Greenleaf With their fucking cut off, motherfucker I'm Dre So to the play-by-play, day-by-day Rollin' in my '4 with 16 And got for the bitches, clockin' all the riches Got the hollow points for the So would you walk on by, 'cause I'm too hard to lift And no this ain't 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 anothers stop I'm (Rollin in my six-fo') With all the niggas
Swing down, sweet stop and, let me ride Hell Swing down, chariot stop and, let me ride all the niggas saying Swing down, sweet stop and, let me ride Hell Swing down, sweet chariot and, let me ride
Just another motherfucking day for Dre so I like this No medallions, dreadlocks, or black fists it's gangster glare, with gangster raps That gangster shit, that makes the of snaps, Word to the streets And word to hyped ass lyrics and dope beats, that I Hit ya with I, get ya with As I groove in my four on these, the switches Bitches while 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 Martin and my soda pop Now I'm smelling indo-nesia Bus stop of fly bitches and skeezers On my dick, my four on hit Pancake front and back, side to side and all shit So when I crawl I comes Now, if your bitch in my shit, it's your bitch you nigga Now let the slide As I dip a nigga trip to the side, yeah (Rollin in my six-fo') all the bitches sayin'
down, sweet chariot 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 Know what I'm Swing down, sweet chariot and, let me ride
this out The sun down when I hit Slausson On my way to the strip, now I'm just my rear view, cause niggas they will do Jack moves, black fools I smack fools Try to set me up for a Fuck around and get up in a one-eight-seven But I don't represent no niggas like lynching but I just watch them hang So on, and so-on, why you let me roll on I back in the days when I used to have to get my stroll on Didn't nobody wanna speak, now Peeping out they when they hear me beating up the streets Is it Is it Dre? That's they say, every single motherfucking day, yo But I ain't tripping I'm just it While my D's keep spinning and these hoes keep grinning be (Rollin in my six-fo') With saying
Swing down, chariot stop and, let me ride Hell Swing down, sweet stop and, let me ride everybody sayin' Swing down, sweet stop and, let me ride Hell Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me