Ya wanna make noise, make noise
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
Bitches relax while I get my proper swerve on
Try to set me up for a two-eleven
Hell yeah
Bumpin like a motherfucker ready to get my serve on
Word to the motherfuckin streets
And got sounds for the bitches, clockin' all the riches
Jack moves, black fools cause I smack fools
As I groove in my four on deez, hittin the switches
On my way to the strip, now I'm just flossin
I have to put my shit in reverse go back and take anothers stop
So when I crawl I comes correct
But I ain't trippin I'm just kickin it
But I don't represent no gangbang
It's the motherfuckin D-R-E, from the CPT
No medallions, dreadlocks, or black fists it's just
By some nigga with a tech 9 tryin' to take mine
With all the niggaz sayin
Now soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
With all the niggas sayin
With their fuckin heads cut off, motherfucker I'm Dre
I remember back in the dayz when I used to have to get my stroll on
Hell yeah
Now let the Chevrolet slide
Cause I'm (Rollin in my six-fo')
Pancake front and back, side to side and all that shit
Got the hollow points for the snitches
Now, if your bitch in my shit, it's your bitch you check nigga
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
Check this out
Rollin' in my '4 with 16 switches
But before I hit the dope spot
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
And no this ain't Aerosmith
Hell yeah
I let the hollow points commence to POP POP POP
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
While my deez keep spinnin and these hoes keep grinnin I'll be
Hell yeah
With all the niggaz sayin
Didn't nobody wanna speaknow everybody
Peepin out they windows when they hear me beatin up the streets
So listen to the play-by-play, day-by-day
So would you just walk on by, 'cause I'm too hard to lift
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
(Rollin in my six-fo') with all the bitches sayin
And word to these hyped ass lyrics and dope beats, that I
Hell yeah
On my dick, cause my four on hit
Yeah, 'cause if it don't stop
The sun went down when I hit Slausson
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
Checkin my rearview, cause niggas they will do
Is it Dre? Is it Dre?
Bodies bein' found on Greenleaf
Some niggas like lynchin but I just watch them hang
Now I'm smellin like indo-nesia
Hell yeah
On a ryhmin' spree, a straight G
That gangster shit, that makes the gang of snaps, uhh
That gangster glare, with gangster raps
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
As I dip a nigga trip to the south side, yeah
Hop back as I pop my top ya trip
(Rollin in my six-fo') With everybody sayin
Hit ya with that I, get ya with
So on, and so-on, why don't you let me roll on
Fuck around and get caught up in a one-eight-seven
I make a phone call my niggas comin' like the Gotti boys
That's what they say, every single motherfuckin day, yo
Just another motherfuckin day for Dre so I begin like this
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
Bus stop full of fly bitches and skeezers
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
With all the niggaz sayin
I gotta get the chronic, the Reme Martin and my soda pop
