Let Me Ride

歌詞

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 tech 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 4 with 16 switches & 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 & take another stop 'Cause I'm rollin' in my 6 4 With all the niggas sayin'... Swing down sweet chariot stop & Let Me Ride. Hell Yeah. Swing down sweet chariot stop & Let Me Ride. With all the niggas sayin'... Swing down sweet chariot stop & Let Me Ride. Hell yeah. Swing down sweet chariot stop & 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, that makes the gang of snaps, uhh Word to the muthafuckin' streets & word to these hyped ass lyrics & dope beats that I Hit ya with that I get ya with As I groove in my 4 on D's hittin' the switches Bitches relax while I get my proper swerve on Bumpin' like a muh'fucker ready to get my swerve on But before I hit the dope spot I gotta get The Chronic, the Remi Martin & my soda pop Now I'm smellin' like indo-nesia Bus stop full of fly bitches & skeezers On my dick 'cause my 4 on hit Pancake front & back, side to side & 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 6 4. With all the bitches sayin'... Swing down sweet chariot stop & Let Me Ride. Hell Yeah. Swing down sweet chariot stop & Let Me Ride. With all the muthafuckin' bitches sayin'... Swing down sweet chariot stop & Let Me Ride. You know what I'm sayin'? Swing down sweet chariot stop & 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 niggas they will do Jack moves, black fools cause I smack fools Try to set me up for a 2 11 Fuck around & get caught up in a 1 8 7 But I don't represent no gangbang Some niggas like lynchin' but I just watch them hang So on & 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' & these hoes keep grinnin' I'll be... Rollin in my 6 4. With everybody sayin'... Swing down sweet chariot stop & Let Me Ride. Hell Yeah. Swing down sweet chariot stop & Let Me Ride. With everybody sayin'... Swing down sweet chariot stop & Let Me Ride. Hell yeah. Swing down sweet chariot stop & Let Me Ride. Swing down sweet chariot stop & Let Me Ride. Swing down sweet chariot stop & Let Me Ride. Swing down sweet chariot stop & Let Me Ride. Swing down sweet chariot stop & Let Me Ride.