Creepin'
down the back
street on Deez
I got my glock cocked
cuz n***** want these
Now soon as I said it
seems I got sweated
By some n**** witha
tech nine tryin' to take mine
ya wanna make noise
make noise
I make a phone call
my n***** comin'
like the Gotti boys
Bodies bein'
found on Greenleaf
With their f******
heads cut off
motherf***** I'm Dre
So listen to
the play-by-play, day-by-day
Rollin in my four
with sixteen switches
And got sounds
for the b******
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*****
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 s***
in reverse, go back
and take another stop
Cause I'm
With all the n***** sayin'
Hell yeah
With all the n***** sayin'
Hell yeah
Just another
motherf****** 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 s***
makes the gang of snaps
Word to the
motherf****** streets
And word to these hyped
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
b****** relax while I get
my proper swerve on
Bumpin like a motherf*****
ready to get
my swerve on
But before I hit
the dope 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****** and skeezers
On my d***
cause my four on hit
Pancake front and back
side to side
and all that s***
So when I crawl
I comes correct
Now, if your b****
in my s***
it's your b****
you check n****
Now let the Chevrolet slide
As I dip a n**** trip
to the south side, yeah
With all the b****** sayin'
Hell yeah
With all the b****** sayin'
You know what I'm sayin'
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 n***** they will do
Jack moves, black fools
cause I smack fools
Try to set me up
for a two-eleven
f*** around and get
caught up in
a one-eight-seven
But I don't represent
no gangbang
Some n***** 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****** 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
With everybody sayin'
Hell yeah
With everybody sayin'
Hell yeah
