*featuring Snoop Doggy Dogg, Dat Nigga Daz, Jewell
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[Intro: Jewell]
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Uh no, ride with me, ooh babe
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Uh no, ride with me, oh yeah
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So many people wanna ride with me
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Bumpin thru the streets gettin high with me
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And if you're down to ride with me
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Cuz you're rollin with the Row
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[Verse One: Dr. Dre, Snoop Doggy Dogg]
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Creepin down the back street on Deez
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I got my Glock cocked cuz niggas want these
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Now soon as I said it
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seems I got sweated
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By some nigga with a Tek 9
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tryin ta take mine
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ya wanna make noise, make noise
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I make a phone call my niggas comin like the Gotti boys
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bodies bein found on Greenleaf
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with their fuckin heads cut off
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Motherfucker I'm Dre
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so listen to the play-by-play
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day-by-day
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rollin in my '4 with sixteen switches
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And got sounds for the bitches
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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
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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
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from the CPT
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on a rhymin spree
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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
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POP POP POP
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yeah
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cuz if it don't stop
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I have to put my shit in reverse
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go back and take another stop
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cuz I'm
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Rollin down the motherfuckin backstreets
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wit my drink and my cup and my strap in my lap, see
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Ain't nothin but the G Funk, bumpin in my ????
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Hell yeah
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[Dre] With all the niggas sayin
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[Chorus: Jewell]
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So many people wanna ride with me
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Bumpin thru the streets gettin high with me (Hell yeah)
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And if you're down to ride with me
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Cuz you're rollin with the Row!
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(with all the niggas sayin)
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So many people wanna ride with me
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Bumpin thru the streets gettin high with me (Hell yeah)
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And if you're down to ride with me
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Cuz you're rollin with the Row!
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[Verse Two: Dre, Snoop]
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Just another motherfuckin day for Dre
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so I begin like this
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No medallions, dreadlocks, or black fists
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It's just that gangster glare
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with gangsta raps
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that gangsta shit
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makes a gang of snaps
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Uhh, word to the motherfuckin streets
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and word to these hyped ass lyrics and dope beats
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that I hit ya with
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that I get ya with
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as I groove in my '4 on Deez
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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 Remy 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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Cuz my '4 on hit
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pancake front and back, side to side
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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
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yeah
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Right back up in you it's the D-R-E
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Witta ounce as we bounce thru the CPT
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Diamond in the back, gators on the wheels
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This is strictly for my bitches, now we're hittin in switches
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Niggas gettin jealous cuz hos be on our dick
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But Dre don't give a fuck and I don't give a shit
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So the '4 won't blow
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stoppin by the spot to get some indo
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[Dre] With all the motherfuckin bitches sayin
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[Chorus: Jewell]
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So many people wanna ride with me
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Bumpin thru the streets gettin high with me (Hell yeah)
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And if you're down to ride with me
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Cuz you're rollin with the Row!
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(with all the motherfuckin bitches sayin)
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So many people wanna ride with me (check this out)
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Bumpin thru the streets gettin high with me (No hell yeah!)
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And if you're down to ride with me
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Cuz you're rollin with the Row!
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[Verse Three: Dat Nigga Daz]
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It's like Long Beach, Compton, LA and Wotts
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I come thru beatin down your block wit a million-plus watts
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I burn double peelout, check it out, it's me now
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it's young Daz from the pad, homie, watch me skee'd out
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I'm on a mission to mission with tha time for the streets
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Me and my homeboys clownin we be bouncin to the beat
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I come thru rattlin and shakin plus I break down walls
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Me and my doggs ain't breakin no law
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Put the ???? in the verse, took a sip for the thirst
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Swervin by the curb while blazin the 'erb, nickel bird
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She got my sounds, the way I floss throughout t |