Creepin' down the back street on Deez
I got my glock cocked, 'cuz niggaz want these
Now soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
By some nigga with a tech 9 tryin' to take mine
Ya wanna make noise, make noise
I make a phone call my niggaz comin' like the Gotti boys
Bodies bein' found on Greenleaf
With their fuckin' heads cut off, motherfucker I'm Dre
So listen to the play-by-play, day-by-day
Rollin' in my '4 with sixteen switches
And got sounds for the bitches, clockin' all the riches
Got the hollow points for the snitches
So would you just walk on by, 'cuz I'm too hard to lift
And no this ain't Aerosmith
It's the motherfuckin' D R E, from the C P T
On a ryhmin' spree, a straight G
Hop back as I pop my top ya trip
I let the hollow points commence to pop, pop, pop
Yeah, 'cuz if it don't stop, I have to put my shit in reverse
Go back and take anothers stop, 'cause I'm rollin' in my six-fo'
With all the niggaz sayin'
Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride
(Hell, yeah)
Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride
(With all the niggaz sayin')
Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride
(Hell, yeah)
Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride
Just another motherfuckin' day for Dre so I begin like this
No medallions, dreadlocks, or black fists
It's just that gangster glare, with gangster raps
That gangster shit, makes the gang of snaps
Word to the motherfuckin' streets
And word to these hyped ass lyrics and dope beats
That I hit ya with that I, get ya with
As I groove in my four on deez, hittin' the switches
Bitches relax while I get my proper swerve on
Bumpin' like a motherfucker ready to get my serve on
But before I hit the dope spot
Gotta get the chronic, the Reme Martin and my soda pop
Now I'm smellin' like indo-nesia
Bus stop full of fly bitches and skeezers
On my dick, 'cause my four on hit
Pancake front and back, side to side and all that shit
So when I crawl I comes correct
Now, if your bitch in my shit, it's your bitch you check nigga
Now let the Chevrolet slide
As I dip a nigga trip to the south side, yeah
Rollin in my six-fo' with all the bitches sayin'
Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride
(Hell, yeah)
Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride
(With all the motherfuckin' bitches sayin')
Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride
(You know what I'm sayin')
Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride
Check this out
The sun went down when I hit Slausson
On my way to the strip, now I'm just flossin'
Checkin' my rearview, 'cause niggaz they will do
Jack moves, black fools, 'cause I smack fools
Try to set me up for a two-eleven
Fuck around and get caught up in a one-eight-seven
But I don't represent no gangbang
Some niggaz like lynchin' but I just watch them hang
So on, and so-on, why don't you let me roll on
I remember back in the dayz when I used to have to get my stroll on
Didn't nobody wanna speak
Now everybody peepin' out they windows
When they hear me beatin' up the streets
Is it Dre? Is it Dre?
That's what they say, every single motherfuckin' day, yo
But I ain't trippin', I'm just kickin' it
While my deez keep spinnin' and these hoes keep grinnin'
I'll be rollin in my six-fo' with everybody sayin'
Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride
(Hell, yeah)
Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride
(With everybody sayin')
Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride
(Hell, yeah)
Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride
Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride
Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride
Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride
Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride

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