Let Me Ride lyrics

Artist  : Dr Dre 
Song : Let Me Ride



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 [Verse One:]

Creepin' down the back street on Deez
I got my glock cocked cuz niggaz want these
Now soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
By some nigga with a tech 9 tryin' to take mine
ya wanna make noise, make noise
I make a phone call my niggaz comin' like the
Gotti boys
bodies bein' found on Greenleaf
with their f**kin heads cut off, motherf**ker 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 bit*hes, 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 motherf**kin 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 sh*t in reverse go back and take
anothers stop
Cause I'm (Rollin in my six-fo')
with all the niggaz 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 niggaz 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 motherf**kin 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, that makes the gang of snaps,
uhh
word to the motherf**kin streets
and word to these hyped as* 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
bit*hes relax while I get my proper swerve on
bumpin like a motherf**ker 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 bit*hes 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 bit*h in my shit, it's your bit*h
you check nigga
Now let the Chevrolet slide
As I dip a nigga trip to the south side, yeah
(Rollin in my six-fo') with all the bit*hes 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 niggaz they will do
jack moves, black fools cause I smack fools
Try to set me up for a two-eleven
f**k 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 motherf**kin
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]