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| Dr.dre Chronic Let Me Ride Verse one: 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 nigga with a 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 fuckin heads cut off, motherfucker 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 bitches, 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 motherfuckin d-r-e, from the cpt On a ryhmin' 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 shit in reverse go back and take anothers stop Cause i'm (rollin in my six-fo') With all the niggaz sayin Chorus: 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 Verse two: Just another motherfuckin 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 shit, that makes the gang of snaps, uhh Word to the motherfuckin streets And word to these hyped ass lyrics and dope beats, that i Hit ya with that i, get ya with As i groove in my four on deez, hittin the switches Bitches relax while i get my proper swerve on Bumpin like a motherfucker ready to get my serve on But before i hit the dope spot I gotta get the chronic, the reme martin and my soda pop Now i'm smellin like indo-nesia Bus stop full of fly bitches and skeezers On my dick, cause my four on hit Pancake front and back, side to side and all that shit So when i crawl i comes correct Now, if your bitch in my shit, it's your bitch you check nigga Now let the chevrolet slide As i dip a nigga trip to the south side, yeah (rollin in my six-fo') with all the bitches sayin (chorus) Verse three: 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 Fuck 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 motherfuckin 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 (chorus: to end) |
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