Ah, shut up, Butt-Head! Keep that up, and I'm gon' put the smackdown on yo ass, biatch! Eeh? W'appen nuh, baby? You look good inna yuh car, eeh? Longtime me ah watch you and me wan' chat to you And you gwan like you nuh wan' chat to me So w'appen Dre? Tell me wah di fuck ah gwan nuh Creepin' down the back street on D's I got my Glock cocked 'cause niggas want these No soon as I said it, seems I got sweated By some nigga with a TEC-9, tryin' to take mine You wanna make noise? Make noise I make a phone call, my niggas 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 four with sixteen switches And got sounds for the bitches Clockin' all the riches, got the hollow points for the snitches So won't you just walk on by? 'Cause I'm too hard to lift And no, this ain't Aerosmith It's the motherfuckin' D-R-E from the C-P-T On a robbin' spree, a straight G Hop back, as I pop my top, you trip I let the hollow points commence to pop, pop, pop Yeah, 'cause if it don't stop I'll have to put my shit in reverse, go back and take another spot 'Cause I'm Rollin' in my six-four What all the niggas sayin'? Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride (hell yeah) Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride (what all the niggas sayin'?) Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride (hell yeah) Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride Just another motherfuckin' day for Dre, so I'll begin like this No medallions, dreadlocks or black fists It's just that gangsta glare with gangsta raps That gangsta shit makes a gangs of snaps, uh Word to the motherfuckin' streets And word to these hyped-ass lyrics and dope beats That I hit you with, that I get you with As I groove in my four on D's, hittin' the switches Bitches, relax, while I get my proper swerve on Bumpin' like a muhfucker, ready to get my serve on But before I hit the dope spot Gotta get the chronic, the Rémy Martin and my soda pop Now I'm smell