[Verse One:]
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Creepin' down the back street on Deez
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I got my glock cocked cuz niggaz want these
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Now soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
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By some nigga with a tech 9 tryin' to take mine
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ya wanna make noise, make noise
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I make a phone call my niggaz comin' like the Gotti boys
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bodies bein' found on Greenleaf
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with their fuckin heads cut off, motherfucker 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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And 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, cuz I'm too hard to lift
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and no this ain't Aerosmith
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It's the motherfuckin D-R-E, from the CPT
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on a ryhmin' spree, a straight G
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Hop back as i pop my top ya trip
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I let the hollow points commence to POP POP POP
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yeah, cuz if it don't stop
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I have to put my shit in reverse go back and take anothers stop
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Cause I'm (Rollin in my six-fo')
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with all the niggaz sayin
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[Chorus:]
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Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
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hell yeah
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Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
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with all the niggaz sayin
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Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
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Hell yeah
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Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
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[Verse Two:]
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just another motherfuckin day for Dre so I begin like this
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No medallions, dreadlocks, or black fists it's just
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that gangster glare, with gangster raps
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that gangster shit, that makes the gang of snaps, uhh
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word to the motherfuckin streets
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and word to these hyped ass lyrics and dope beats, that I
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hit ya with that I, get ya with
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as I groove in my four on deez, hittin the switches
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bitches relax while I get my proper swerve on
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bumpin like a motherfucker ready to get my serve on
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but before I hit the dope spot
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I gotta get the chronic, the Reme Martin and my soda pop
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Now I'm smellin like indo-nesia
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bus stop full of fly bitches and skeezers
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on my dick, cause my four on hit
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pancake front and back, side to side and all that shit
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So when I crawl I comes correct
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Now, if your bitch in my shit, it's your bitch you check nigga
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Now let the Chevrolet slide
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As I dip a nigga trip to the south side, yeah
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(Rollin in my six-fo') with all the bitches sayin
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[Chorus]
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[Verse Three:]
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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 rearview, cause niggaz 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 two-eleven
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Fuck around and get caught up in a one-eight-seven
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but I don't represent no gangbang
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Some niggaz like lynchin but I just watch them hang
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so on, and so-on, why don't you let me roll on
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I remember back in the dayz when I used to have to get my stroll on
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Didn't nobody wanna speak; now everybody
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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 motherfuckin day, yo
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But I ain't trippin I'm just kickin it
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While my deez keep spinnin and these hoes keep grinnin I'll be
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(Rollin in my six-fo') With everybody sayin
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[Chorus: to end]
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Let Me Ride
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| Dr Dre |
