Afro Puffs Lyrics
| Song | Afro Puffs |
| Artist | Dr. Dre |
| Album | Death Row's Greatest Hits: Chronicles |
| Download | 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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