Creepin down the back street on Deez

I got my glock cocked cuz niggaz want these

Now soon as I said it, seems I got sweated

By some ni**a witha tech 9 tryin to take mine

Ya wanna make noise, make noise

I make a phone call my niggaz comin like the Gotti boys

Bodies bein found on Greenleaf

With their f**kin heads cut off, motherf**ker I'm Dre

So listen to the play-by-play, day-by-day

Rollin in my 4 with 16 switches

And got sounds for the b**ches, clockin all the riches

Got the hollow points for the snitches

So would you just walk on by, cuz I'm too hard to lift

And no this ain't Aerosmith

It's the motherf**kin D-R-E, from the C-P-T

On a rhymin spree, a straight G

Hop back as I pop my top ya trip

I let the hollow points commence to POP POP POP

Yeah, cuz if it don't stop

I have to put my sh*t in reverse, go back and take another stop

Cause I'm （Rollin in my six-fo）

With all the niggaz sayin

Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride

Hell Yeah

Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride

With all the niggaz sayin

Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride

Hell yeah

Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride

Just another motherf**kin day for Dre so I begin like this

No medallions, dreadlocks, or black fists it's just

That gangster glare, with gangster raps

That gangster sh*t, that makes the gang of snaps, uhh

Word to the motherf**kin streets

And word to these hyped a** lyrics and d**e beats that I

Hit ya with that I, get ya with

As I groove in my four on deez, hittin the switches

B**ches relax while I get my proper swerve on

Bumpin like a motherf**ker ready to get my swerve on

But before I hit the d**e spot

I gotta get the chronic, the Remy Martin and my soda pop

Now I'm smellin like indo-nesia

Bus stop full of fly b**ches and skeezers

On my dick, cause my four on hit

Pancake front and back, side to side, and all that sh*t

So when I crawl I comes correct

Now, if your b**ch in my sh*t, it's your b**ch you check ni**a

Now let the Chevrolet slide

As I dip a ni**a trip to the south side, yeah

Check this out

The sun went down when I hit Slausson

On my way to the strip, now I'm just flossin

Checkin my rearview cause niggaz they will do

Jack moves, black fools cause I smack fools

Try to set me up for a two-eleven

F**k around and get caught up in a one-eight-seven

But I don't represent no gangbang

Some niggaz like lynchin but I just watch them hang

So on and so on, why don't you let me roll on

I remember back in the dayz when I used to have to get my stroll on

Didn't nobody wanna speak, now everybody

Peepin out they windows when they hear me beatin up the streets

Is it Dre? Is it Dre?

That's what they say, every single motherf**kin day, yo

But I ain't trippin I'm just kickin it

While my deez keep spinnin and these hoes keep grinnin I'll be

（Rollin in my six-fo） With everybody sayin