Biatch! Eeeh, wha'ppen nuh baby You look good inna ya car, eeh Longtime mi watch ya and mi wah chat to ya And ya a gwaan like ya nuh wah chat to me So wha'ppen Dre, tell 'em weh di fuck a gwaan nuh Creepin' 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 tryin' to take mine You wanna make noise? Make noise I make a phone call, my niggas 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 four with sixteen switches And got sounds for the bitches Clockin' all the riches, got the hollow points for the snitches So won't you just walk on by? 'Cause I'm too hard to lift And no, this ain't Aerosmith It's the motherfuckin' D-R-E from the CPT On a rhymin' 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'll have to put my shit in reverse, go back and take another spot 'Cause I'm— Rollin' in my six-four What all the niggas sayin'? Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride Hell yeah Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride What all the niggas 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'll 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 motherfuckin' 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 four on D's, 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 Rémy Martin and my soda pop Now I'm smellin' like Indonesia 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 and make a trip to the south side, yeah Rollin' in my six-four What all the bitches sayin'? Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride Hell yeah Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride What all the motherfuckin' bitches sayin'? Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride Know what I'm sayin'? 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' Checkin' my rearview 'cause niggas, they will do Jack moves, black fools 'cause I smack fools Tryin' 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 lynchin', 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 peepin' out they window when they hear me beatin' up the street 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 D's keep spinnin' and these hoes keep grinnin' I'll be— Rollin' in my six-four What everybody sayin'? Swing down Swing down, sweet chariot, stop I wanna ride and let me ride Hell yeah Swing down Swing down, sweet chariot, stop I wanna ride and let me ride What everybody sayin'? Swing down Swing down, sweet chariot, stop I wanna ride and let me ride Hell yeah Swing down Swing down, sweet chariot, stop I wanna ride and let me ride Swing down Swing down, sweet chariot, stop I wanna ride and let me ride Swing down Swing down, sweet chariot, stop I wanna ride and let me ride Swing down Swing down, sweet chariot, stop I wanna ride and let me ride Swing down Swing down, sweet chariot, stop I wanna ride and let me ride