Verse One

Creepin' down the back street on Deez
I got my glock [bad word] cuz niggaz want these
Now soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
By some [bad word] with a tech 9 tryin' to take mine
ya wanna make noise, make noise
I make a phone call my [bad word] #39; like the Gotti boys
bodies bein' found on Greenleaf
with their [bad word] heads cut off, [bad word] 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 [bad word]  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 [bad word] D-R-E, from the CPT
on a ryhmin' spree, a straight 
Hop back as i pop my top ya trip
I let the hollow [bad word] to POP POP POP
yeah, cuz if it don't stop
I have to put my [bad word] in reverse go back and take anothers stop
Cause I'm (Rollin in my six-fo')
with all the niggaz sayin

 [bad word] 

Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
 [bad word] yeah
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
with all the niggaz sayin
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
 [bad word] yeah
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride

Verse Two

just another [bad word] 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 [bad word]  that makes the gang of snaps, uhh
word to the [bad word] streets
and word to these hyped [bad word] 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
 [bad word] relax while I get my proper swerve on
bumpin like a [bad word] 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 [bad word] and skeezers
on my [bad word]  cause my four on hit
pancake front and back, side to side and all that [bad word] 
So when I crawl [bad word] correct
Now, if your [bad word] in my [bad word]  it's your [bad word] you check [bad word] 
Now let the Chevrolet slide
As I dip a [bad word] trip to the south side, yeah
(Rollin in my six-fo') with all the [bad word] sayin

 [bad word] 

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
 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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

 [bad word]  to end