Creepin' down the back street on I got my cocked 'cause niggas want these Now soon as I said it, I got sweated By nigga with a tech 9 tryin' to take mine You want to make noise, make I make a phone call my niggas comin' like the Gotti Bodies bein' found on With their heads 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, clockin' all the Got the hollow for the snitches So would you just on by, 'cause I'm too hard to lift And no ain't Aerosmith the motherfucking D-R-E, from the CPT On a robbin' spree, a G Hop back as I pop my top ya I let the hollow points to POP POP POP Yeah, 'cause if it don't I have to put my shit in reverse go back and anothers stop I'm (Rollin in my six-fo') With all the saying
down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride Hell Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me With all the saying Swing down, sweet stop and, let me ride yeah Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me
Just another motherfucking day for Dre so I begin like No medallions, dreadlocks, or black fists it's That gangster glare, with gangster That gangster shit, that makes the of snaps, Word to the streets And word to these hyped ass lyrics and dope beats, I Hit ya that I, get ya with As I groove in my four on these, hitting the Bitches relax I get my proper swerve on like a motherfucker ready to get my serve on But I hit the dope spot I gotta get the chronic, the Reme and my soda pop Now I'm smelling indo-nesia Bus stop full of fly bitches and 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 bitch in my shit, it's your bitch you check Now let the Chevrolet 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 Hell down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride With all the motherfuckin' bitches Swing down, sweet stop and, let me ride Know I'm sayin' Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me
this out The sun down when I hit Slausson On my way to the strip, now I'm just Checking my rear view, niggas they will do Jack moves, black fools cause I smack Try to set me up for a Fuck around and get up in a one-eight-seven But I represent no gangbang Some 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 to get my stroll on Didn't nobody speak, now everybody Peeping out they windows when they hear me 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') With everybody
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me Hell Swing down, sweet stop and, let me ride With everybody Swing down, chariot stop and, let me ride Hell Swing down, sweet chariot and, let me ride