Let Me Ride Songtext

von Dr. Dre

Creepin' down the back street on Deez.
I got my glock cocked 'cause niggaz want these.
Now, soon as I said it,
Seems I got sweated
By some nigga with a tech-9
Tryin' to take mine.
You 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.
Cockin' all the richest.
Got the hollow points for the snitches.
So would you just walk on by...
'Cause I'm too hard to lift
And no this ain't Aerosmith.
It's the omtherfuckin' 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...
'Cause if it don't stop
I have to put my shit in reverse
Go back and take another spot.
'Cause I'm... Rollin' in my '64...
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...

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
Makes the gangs of snaps.
Uh, 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 '4 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 Remme 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 '4 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 '64...
With all the bitches sayin'...

Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride...
Hell yeah...
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride...
With all the motherfuckin' bitches sayin'...
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride...
Know what I'm sayin'?
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride...

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 2-11.
Fuck around and get caught up in a 1-8-7.
But I don't represent no gangbang.
Some niggaz like lynchin'.
But I just watch 'em 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
Did nobody wanna speak.
Now everybody peepin' out they window
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 '64...
With everybody sayin'...

Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride...
Hell yeah...
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride...
With everybody sayin'...
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, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride...
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride...
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride...