[Dr. Dre:]
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Creepin' down the back street on D's
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I got my glock clocked to fill in the breeze
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But now soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
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By somebody with a tech 9 tryin' to take mine
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You wanna make noise, make noise
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I make a phone call my homies comin' like the Gotti boys
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Bodies bein' found on Greenleaf
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Layin' with their heads cut off, muthaf----- I'm Dre
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So listen to the play-by-play, day-by-day
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Rollin' in my 4 with 16 switches
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& got sounds for the bitches, clockin' all the riches
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Got the hollow points for the snitches
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So would you just walk on by 'cause I'm too hard to lift
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And no this ain't Aerosmith
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It's the one & only D R E from the C P T
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On a rhymin' spree, a straight G
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Hop back as I pop my top your trip
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I let the hollow points commence to pop pop pop
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Yeah 'cause if it don't stop
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I have to put my ride in reverse, go back & take another spot
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'Cause I'm...
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[Snoop Dogg:] Rollin' in my 6 4.
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[Dr. Dre:] With all the homies sayin'...
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Swing down sweet chariot stop & Let Me Ride.
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[Dr. Dre:] Hell Yeah.
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Swing down sweet chariot stop & Let Me Ride.
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[Dr. Dre:] With all my homies sayin'...
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Swing down sweet chariot stop & Let Me Ride.
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[Dr. Dre:] Hell yeah.
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Swing down sweet chariot stop & Let Me Ride.
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[Dr. Dre:]
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It's just another day for Dre so I begin like this
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No medallions, dreadlocks, or black fists
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It's just that gangsta glare with gangsta raps
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Them gangsta tracks makes the gangs of snaps, uh
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Word to my homies on the streets
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& word to these hyped ass lyrics & doe beats that I
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Hit ya with that I get ya with
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As I groove in my 4 on D's hittin' the switches
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Bitches relax while I get my proper swerve on
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Bumpin' doggy style & about to get my serve on
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But before I hit the doe spot
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I gotta get The Chronic, the Remy Martin & my soda pop
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Now I'm smellin' like indo-nesia
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Bus stop full of fly honey's & skeezers
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They wanna roll in my funky 6 4
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Pancake front & back, side to side & all that
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So when I crawl I comes correct
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Now, if your hoe in my ride, it's your hoe you check, fool
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Now let the Chevrolet slide
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As I dip a make a trip to the south side, yeah.
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[Snoop Dogg:] Rollin' in my 6 4.
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[Dr. Dre:] With all the hookers sayin'...
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Swing down sweet chariot stop & Let Me Ride.
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[Dr. Dre:] Hell yeah.
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Swing down sweet chariot stop & Let Me Ride.
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[Dr. Dre:] With all the hookers sayin'...
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Swing down sweet chariot stop & Let Me Ride.
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[Dr. Dre:] You know what I'm sayin'?
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Swing down sweet chariot stop & Let Me Ride.
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[Dr. Dre:]
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Check this out.
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The sun went down when I hit Slausson
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On my way to the strip, now I'm just flossin'
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Checkin' my rear view 'cause brothers they will do
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Jack moves, black fools 'cause I smack fools
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Try to set me up for a 2 11
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Get with Dre & get caught up in a 1 8 7
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But I don't represent no gangbang
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Some brothers like trippin' but I just watch them hang
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So on & so on. Why don't you let me roll on?
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I remember back in the days when I used to have to get my stroll on
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Didn't nobody wanna speak
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Now everybody peepin' out they windows when they hear me beatin' up the streets.
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"Is it Dre? Is it Dre?"
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That's what they say, every single day in L.A.
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Yo, but I ain't trippin' I'm just kickin' it
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While my D's keep spinnin' & these hoes keep grinnin' I'll be...
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[Snoop Dogg:] Rollin' in my 6 4.
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[Dr. Dre:] With everybody sayin'...
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Swing down sweet chariot stop & Let Me Ride.
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[Dr. Dre:] Hell yeah.
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Swing down sweet chariot stop & Let Me Ride.
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[Dr. Dre:] With everybody sayin'...
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Swing down sweet chariot stop & Let Me Ride.
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[Dr. Dre:] Hell yeah.
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Swing down sweet chariot stop & Let Me Ride.
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Swing down sweet chariot stop & Let Me Ride.
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Swing down sweet chariot stop & Let Me Ride.
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Swing down sweet chariot stop & Let Me Ride.
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Swing down sweet chariot stop & Let Me Ride.
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Let Me Ride (Edited)
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| Dr.Dre |
