Dr. Dre let me ride Lyrics

"Let Me Ride"

[Verse One:]

Creepin' down the back street on Deez
I got my glock c___ed cuz n____z want these
Now soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
By some n____ with a tech 9 tryin' to take mine
Ya wanna make noise, make noise
I make a phone call my n____z comin' like the Gotti boys
Bodies bein' found on Greenleaf
With their f___in heads cut off, m_________er 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 b____es, 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 m_________in D-R-E, from the CPT
On a rhymin' 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 s___ in reverse go back and take anothers spot
Cause I'm (Rollin in my six-fo')
With all the n____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 n____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 m_________in 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 s___, that makes the gang of snaps, uhh
word to the m_________in' streets
hit ya with that I, get ya with
as I groove in my four on deez, hittin the switches
b____es relax while I get my proper swerve on
b__pin like a m_________er 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 b____es and skeezers
On my d___, cause my four on hit
{ancake front and back, side to side and all that s___
So when I crawl I comes correct
Now, if your b____ in my s___, it's your b____ you check n____
Now let the Chevrolet slide
As I dip a n____ trip to the south side, yeah
(Rollin in my six-fo') with all the b____es 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 n____z they will do
jack moves, black fools cause I smack fools
Try to set me up for a two-eleven
f___ around and get caught up in a one-eight-seven
but I don't represent no g_______
Some n____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 m_________in 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]

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