Creepin' down the back street on these



I got my glock cocked 'cause niggas want these



Now soon as I said it, seems I got sweated



By some nigga with a tech 9 tryin' to take mine



ya want to make noise, make noise



I make a phone call my niggas comin' like the Gotti boys



bodies bein' found on Greenleaf



with their fucking heads cut off, motherfucker i'm Dre



so listen to the play-by-play, day-by-day



rollin' in my '4 with 16 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, 'cause I'm too hard to lift



and no this ain't Aerosmith



It's the motherfucking D-are-E, from the CPT



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, 'cause 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 niggas saying





Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride



hell yeah



Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride



with all the niggas saying



Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride



Hell yeah



Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride





just another motherfucking 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, that makes the gang of snaps, 



word to the motherfucking 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 these, hitting the switches



bitches relax while I get my proper swerve on



bumping like a motherfucker ready to get my serve on



but before I hit the dope spot



I gotta get the chronic, the Reme Martin and my soda pop



Now I'm smelling 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 niggas saying



Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride



Hell yeah



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 flossing



Checking my rear view, cause niggas 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 niggas like lynching but I just watch them hang



so on, and 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



peeping out they windows when they hear me beating up the streets



Is it Dre? Is it Dre?



That's what they say, every single motherfucking day, yo



But I ain't tripping I'm just kicking it



While my D's keep spinning and these hoes keep grinning I'll be



(Rollin in my six-fo') With everybody saying





Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride



hell yeah



Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride



with all the niggas saying



Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride



Hell yeah



Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride