b*atch!
Eeeeh whappn no baby
You look good ina ya car eeh
Longtime mi watch ya mi whaa chat to ya
And ya a gwaan like ya nuh wha chat to me
So whappn Dre tell me whe di f** a gwaan nuh!
Creepin' down the back street on D's
I got my Glock clocked 'cause n***as want these
Now soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
By some n***a with a tech 9 tryin' to take mine
You wanna make noise, make noise
I make a phone call my n***as comin' like the Gotti boys
Bodies bein' found on Greenleaf
With their f**in' heads cut off, muthaf**er I'm Dre
So listen to the play-by-play, day-by-day
Rollin' in my 4 with 16 switches
& got sounds for the b**hes, clockin' all the riches
Got the hollow points for the snitches
So would you just walk on by 'cause I'm too hard to lift
And no this ain't Aerosmith
It's the muthaf**in' D R E from the C P T
On a rhymin' spree, a straight G
Hop back as I pop my top your trip
I let the hollow points commence to pop pop pop
Yeah 'cause if it don't stop
I have to put my sh** in reverse, go back & take another stop
'Cause I'm rollin' in my 6 4
With all the n***as sayin'
Swing down, sweet chariot, stop, and let me ride
Hell yeah
Swing down, sweet chariot, stop, and let me ride
Hell yeah
Swing down, sweet chariot, stop, and let me ride
Hell yeah
Swing down, sweet chariot, stop, and let me ride
Hell yeah
Just another mothaf**in' day for Dre so I begin like this
No medallions, dreadlocks, or black fists it's just
That gangsta glare, with gangsta raps
That gangsta sh**, that makes the gang of snaps, uh
Word to the muthaf**in' streets
And word to these hyped a** lyrics & dope beats that I
Hit ya with, that I get ya with
As I groove in my 4 on D's hittin' the switches
b**hes relax while I get my proper swerve on
Bumpin' like a muh'f**er ready to get my swerve on
But before I hit the dope spot
I gotta get The Chronic, the Remi Martin & my soda pop
Now I'm smellin' like indo-nesia
Bus stop full of fly b**hes & skeezers
On my dick 'cause my 4 on hit
Pancake front & back, side to side & all that sh**
So when I crawl I comes correct
Now, if your b**h in my sh**, it's your b**h you check n***a
Now let the Chevrolet slide
As I dip a n***a trip to the south side, yeah
Rollin' in my 6'4
With all the b**hes sayin'
Swing down, sweet chariot, stop, and let me ride
Hell yeah
Swing down, sweet chariot, stop, and let me ride
With all the mothaf**in' b**hes 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 n***as they will do
Jack moves, black fools cause I smack fools
Try to set me up for a 211
f** around & get caught up in a 187
But I don't represent no g**n
Some n***as like lynchin' but I just watch them hang
So on & so on. Why don't you let me roll on?
I remember back in the days 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 muthaf**in' day, yo
But I ain't trippin I'm just kickin' it
While my D's keep spinnin' & these hoes keep grinnin' I'll be
Rollin in my 6'4
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