1. 1.
    dr. dre denilen studio gangstasının tüm chronic albümü gibi yaşamadığı şeyleri anlatan şarkısı, video klibine bakınca los angeles'da olupta bolluğundan geçilmeyen orospulara su gibi akmak vardı dedirtir.
    1 -1 ... pacsta
  2. 2.
    [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


    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


    [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

    1 ... rapi d