let me ride

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 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

cuz i'm too hard to lift

and no this ain't aerosmith

it's the motherfuckin d-r-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

cuz if it don't stop

i have to put my shit in reverse go back and take anothers stop

cause i'm

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

that makes the gang of snaps

uhh

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

i 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

with all the bitches sayin

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

with everybody sayin