Lyrics Let Me Ride - Dr. Dre , Jewell

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)