Afro Puffs 歌词

歌曲	Afro Puffs
歌手	Dr. Dre
专辑	Chronicle: Best of the Works
下载	Image LRC TXT

	Verse one：
	Creepin' down the back street on deez
	I got my glock ******ed cuz ******z want these
	Now soon as i said it, seems i got sweated
	By some ******** with a tech 9 tryin' to take mine
	Ya wanna make noise, make noise
	I make a phone call my ********z comin' like the gotti boys
	Bodies bein' found on greenleaf
	With their ****** heads cut off, mother****** 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 ********, 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 mother******** 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 ************t in reverse go back and take anothers stop
	Cause i'm (rollin in my six-fo')
	With all the ********z 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 ********z 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 mother******** 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 ************t, that makes the gang of snaps, uhh
	Word to the mother******** streets
	And word to these hyped ass lyrics and **** beats, that i
	Hit ya with that i, get ya with
	As i groove in my four on deez, hittin the switches
	******** relax while i get my proper swerve on
	Bumpin like a mother******** ready to get my serve on
	But before i hit the **** 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 ******** and skeezers
	On my ************, cause my four on hit
	Pancake front and back, side to side and all that ************t
	So when i crawl i comes correct
	Now, if your ********** in my ********t, it's your ******** you check ******
	Now let the chevrolet slide
	As i dip a ******** trip to the south side, yeah
	(rollin in my six-fo') with all the ******** 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 ********z they will do
	Jack moves, black fools cause i smack fools
	Try to set me up for a two-eleven
	******** around and get caught up in a one-eight-seven
	But i don't represent no ********
	Some ********z 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 mother******** 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)

	Verse one:
	Creepin' down the back street on deez
	I got my glock ed cuz z want these
	Now soon as i said it, seems i got sweated
	By some with a tech 9 tryin' to take mine
	Ya wanna make noise, make noise
	I make a phone call my z comin' like the gotti boys
	Bodies bein' found on greenleaf
	With their heads cut off, mother i' m dre
	So listen to the playbyplay, daybyday
	Rollin' in my ' 4 with 16 switches
	And got sounds for the , 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 mother dre, 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 t in reverse go back and take anothers stop
	Cause i' m rollin in my sixfo'
	With all the z 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 z 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 mother 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 t, that makes the gang of snaps, uhh
	Word to the mother streets
	And word to these hyped ass lyrics and beats, that i
	Hit ya with that i, get ya with
	As i groove in my four on deez, hittin the switches
	relax while i get my proper swerve on
	Bumpin like a mother ready to get my serve on
	But before i hit the spot
	I gotta get the chronic, the reme martin and my soda pop
	Now i' m smellin like indonesia
	Bus stop full of fly and skeezers
	On my , cause my four on hit
	Pancake front and back, side to side and all that t
	So when i crawl i comes correct
	Now, if your in my t, it' s your you check
	Now let the chevrolet slide
	As i dip a trip to the south side, yeah
	rollin in my sixfo' with all the 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 z they will do
	Jack moves, black fools cause i smack fools
	Try to set me up for a twoeleven
	around and get caught up in a oneeightseven
	But i don' t represent no
	Some z like lynchin but i just watch them hang
	So on, and soon, 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 mother 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 sixfo' with everybody sayin
	chorus: to end

	Verse one:
	Creepin' down the back street on deez
	I got my glock ed cuz z want these
	Now soon as i said it, seems i got sweated
	By some with a tech 9 tryin' to take mine
	Ya wanna make noise, make noise
	I make a phone call my z comin' like the gotti boys
	Bodies bein' found on greenleaf
	With their heads cut off, mother i' m dre
	So listen to the playbyplay, daybyday
	Rollin' in my ' 4 with 16 switches
	And got sounds for the , 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 mother dre, 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 t in reverse go back and take anothers stop
	Cause i' m rollin in my sixfo'
	With all the z 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 z 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 mother 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 t, that makes the gang of snaps, uhh
	Word to the mother streets
	And word to these hyped ass lyrics and beats, that i
	Hit ya with that i, get ya with
	As i groove in my four on deez, hittin the switches
	relax while i get my proper swerve on
	Bumpin like a mother ready to get my serve on
	But before i hit the spot
	I gotta get the chronic, the reme martin and my soda pop
	Now i' m smellin like indonesia
	Bus stop full of fly and skeezers
	On my , cause my four on hit
	Pancake front and back, side to side and all that t
	So when i crawl i comes correct
	Now, if your in my t, it' s your you check
	Now let the chevrolet slide
	As i dip a trip to the south side, yeah
	rollin in my sixfo' with all the 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 z they will do
	Jack moves, black fools cause i smack fools
	Try to set me up for a twoeleven
	around and get caught up in a oneeightseven
	But i don' t represent no
	Some z like lynchin but i just watch them hang
	So on, and soon, 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 mother 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 sixfo' with everybody sayin
	chorus: to end

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