Eeeh, whappn no baby You look good ina ya car eh Longtime mi watch ya mi wha chat to ya And ya a gwaan like ya nuh wha chat to me So whappn Dre tell em whe di fuck a gwaan nuh
Creeping down the back street on D's I got my Glock cocked, cause niggas want these No soon as I said it, seems I got sweated By some nigga with a TEC-9, trying to take mine You wanna make noise, make noise I make a phone call My niggas coming like the Gotti boys Bodies being found on Greenleaf With their fucking heads cut off Motherfucker, I'm Dre So listen to the play-by-play, day-by-day Rolling in my '4 with 16 switches And got sounds for the bitches Clocking 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-R-E From the C-P-T On a rhyming spree, a straight G Hop back as I pop my top, you 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 another spot
Cause I'm rolling in my 6-4 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 gangsta glare With gangsta raps That gangsta shit Makes a gangs of snaps (Uh, word to the motherfucking streets) And word to these hyped-ass lyrics and dope beats That I hit you with That I get you with As I groove in my '4 on D's 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 Gotta get the chronic The Remy 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 '4 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 and make a trip to the south side Yeah
Rolling in my 6-4 (With all the bitches saying)
Swing down, sweet chariot, stop, and let me ride (Hell yeah) Swing down, sweet chariot, stop, and let me ride (With all the motherfucking bitches saying) Swing down, sweet chariot, stop, and let me ride (Know what I'm saying?) Swing down, sweet chariot, stop, and let me ride
Check this out The sun went down when I hit Slauson On my way to the strip Now I'm just flossin' Checking my rearview Cause niggas, they will do Jack moves, black fools cause I smack fools Try to set me up for a 2-11 Fuck around and get caught up in a (1-8-7) But I don't represent no gangbang Some niggas like lynching But I just watch 'em 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 window When they hear me beating up the street ("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 be
Rolling in my 6-4 (With everybody saying)
Swing down, I wanna ride Swing down, sweet chariot, stop, and let me ride (Hell yeah) Swing down, I wanna ride Swing down, sweet chariot, stop, and let me ride (With everybody saying) Swing down, I wanna ride Swing down, sweet chariot, stop, and let me ride (Hell yeah) Swing down, I wanna ride Swing down, sweet chariot, stop, and let me ride Swing down, I wanna ride Swing down, sweet chariot, stop, and let me ride Swing down, I wanna ride Swing down, sweet chariot, stop, and let me ride Swing down, I wanna ride Swing down, sweet chariot, stop, and let me ride Swing down, I wanna ride Swing down, sweet chariot, stop, and let me ride