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Misty sunrise in my hometown Rows of cotton bout knee high Mrs. Baker down the dirt road Still got clothes out on the line Erwin Nichols there with Judge Lee Playin checkers at the gin When I dream about the southland This is where it all begins From Carolina down to Georgia Smell the Jasmine and Magnolia Sleepy sweet home Alabama Roll tide roll Muddy water, Misssissippi Blessed Graceland whispers to me Carry on, Carry on Sweet southern comfort, carry on Catchin' catfish on the river Chasin' fireflies by the creek Kissin' Debbie Williams' sister On the porch Homecomin' week With rusty cars and weepin' willows Keepin' watch out in the yard Just a snapshot of downhome Dixie Could be anywhere you are In Carolina or in Georgia Open arms are waitin' for ya Louisiana, Yellow Rose of San Antone Arkansas, Mississippi Old man river whispers to me Carry on, Carry on Sweet Southern Comfort, carry on As I sit here I'm surrounded By these priceless memories I don't have to think about it There's no place I'd rather be In Carolina or in Georgia Smell the Jasmine and Magnolia Sleepy sweet home Alabama Roll tide roll Muddy water, Misssissippi Blessed Graceland whispers to me Carry on, Carry on Sweet Southern Comfort Carry on, Carry on Sweet Southern Comfort, carry on

Yes, may I help you Hello, I had a 12 o' clock appointment with Dr. Dre Well, Dr. Dre is with another patient right now Would you like to reschedule? Reschedule, um, it must be a mistake I must see him, I had a 12 o'clock appointment (No, it's no mistake) Look Dr. Dre is with another patient, either you can wait or reschedule Look, I understand all of that No, apparently you don't understand (You know I'm a working person and) And I work too (Just where is Dr. Dre) Well open up the door And you'll see his big dick fuckin' somebody (I need to see him) Like that? Like that? Yes, yes You like that Give it to me I'mma give it to you I'mma give it to you Damn, you're good

Biatch! Eh, wha' happen nuh baby You look good inna ya car, eh Long time mi watch ya and mi wah chat ya And ya a gwaan like ya nuh wah chat to me So wha' happen Dre? Tell 'em weh di fuck a gwaan nuh Creepin' down the backstreet 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 16 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 CPT On a rhymin' 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 saying? Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride (hell yeah) Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride (what all the niggas saying?) 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 motherfucker, 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 smelling like Indonesia 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 and make a trip to the south side, yeah (We're rollin' in my six-four) What all the bitches saying? Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride (hell yeah) Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride (what all the motherfucking bitches saying?) Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride (know what I'm saying) Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride Check this out The sun went down when I hit Slauson On my way to the strip, now I'm just flossing Checking my rearview 'cause niggas they will do Jack moves, black fools 'cause I smack fools Trying to set me up for a 2-11 Fuck around and get caught up in a 187 But I don't represent no gangbang Some niggas like lynching, but I just watch 'em hang So on and so on, why don't you let me roll on? I remember back in the days when I used to have to get my stroll on Didn't nobody wanna speak Now everybody peepin' out they window when they hear me beatin' up the street Is it Dre? Is it Dre? That's what they say every single motherfucking day Yo, but I ain't tripping, I'm just kicking it While my D's keep spinning and these hoes keep grinning I'll be (rolling in my six-four) What everybody saying? Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride (hell yeah) Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride (what everybodysaying?) Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride (hell yeah) Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride (swing down, I wanna ride) Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride (swing down, I wanna ride) Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride (swing down, I wanna ride) Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride (swing down, I wanna ride)