Let Me Ride Lyrics - Chronicles: Death Row Classics - 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 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'... 

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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.