Lyrics Let Me Ride - Dr. Dre

Creepin' down the back street on D's
I got my Glock clocked 'cause niggas want these
Now 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, muthafucker 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 would you just walk on by, 'cause I'm too hard to lift
And no this ain't Aerosmith
It's the muthafuckin' D R E from the C P T
On a rhymin' spree, a straight G
Hop back as I pop my top your 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 6-4
With all the niggas sayin'

Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride
Hell yeah
Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride
With all the niggas sayin'
Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride
Hell yeah
Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride

Just another muthafuckin' day for Dre, so I 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 muthafuckin' 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 four on D's, hittin' the switches
Bitches relax while I get my proper swerve on
Bumpin' like a muh'fucker ready to get my serve on
But before I hit the dope spot
I gotta get the chronic, the Remi Martin, and my soda pop
Now I'm smellin' 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

Rollin' in my 6-4
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 muthafuckin' 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

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The sun went down when I hit Slauson
On my way to the strip, now I'm just flossin'
Checkin' my rearview, 'cause niggas they will do
Jack moves, black fools 'cause I smack fools
Tryin' 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 niggas 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 days 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 muthafuckin' day, yo
But I ain't trippin', I'm just kickin' it
While my D's keep spinnin' and these hoes keep grinnin' I'll be

Rollin' in my 6-4
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