Creepin' down the back street on I got my glock cocked 'cause want these Now soon as I it, seems I got sweated By some nigga with a tech 9 tryin' to mine You to make noise, make noise I make a phone call my niggas comin' like the Gotti Bodies bein' found on With their fucking cut off, motherfucker I'm Dre So listen to the play-by-play, Rollin' in my '4 16 switches And got for the bitches, clockin' all the riches Got the points for the snitches So would you just walk on by, I'm too hard to lift And no this 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 commence to POP POP POP Yeah, 'cause if it don't I have to put my shit in go back and take anothers stop I'm (Rollin in my six-fo') With all the saying
down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride Hell Swing down, chariot stop and, let me ride all the niggas saying Swing down, sweet chariot and, let me ride Hell Swing down, chariot stop and, let me ride
Just another motherfucking day for Dre so I begin like No medallions, dreadlocks, or black fists just That gangster glare, gangster raps That gangster shit, that makes the of snaps, to the motherfucking streets And word to these hyped ass lyrics and beats, that I Hit ya with I, get ya with As I in my four on these, hitting the switches Bitches relax while I get my swerve on Bumping like a motherfucker to get my serve on But before I hit the spot I get the chronic, the Reme Martin and my soda pop Now I'm like indo-nesia Bus stop full of fly bitches and On my dick, cause my on hit Pancake front and back, side to side and all that So when I crawl I correct Now, if your bitch in my shit, it's your you check nigga Now let the slide As I dip a nigga to the south side, yeah (Rollin in my six-fo') all the bitches sayin'
Swing down, sweet chariot and, let me ride yeah Swing down, sweet chariot and, let me ride With all the motherfuckin' sayin' Swing down, sweet chariot and, let me ride what I'm sayin' 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 just Checking my rear view, cause niggas they 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 represent 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 wanna speak, now everybody Peeping out they windows when they me beating up the streets Is it Is it Dre? That's what they say, every motherfucking day, yo But I tripping I'm just kicking it While my D's keep spinning and these hoes keep grinning be (Rollin in my six-fo') With saying
down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride Hell down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride With sayin' Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me yeah Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me