Let Me Ride Lyrics

"Let Me Ride"

[Verse One:]
Creepin' down the back street on Deez
I got my glock c***ed cuz n***** 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***** comin' like the Gotti boys
bodies bein' found on Greenleaf
with their f***** heads cut off, m*********** 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******, 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*********** D-R-E, from the CPT
on a ryhmin' 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 stop
Cause I'm (Rollin in my six-fo')
with all the n***** sayin


Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
hell yeah
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
with all the n***** 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*********** 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*********** streets
and word to these hyped a** lyrics and dope beats, that I
hit ya with that I, get ya with
as I groove in my four on deez, hittin the switches
b****** relax while I get my proper swerve on
b**pin like a m*********** 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****** and skeezers
on my d***, cause my four on hit
pancake 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****** sayin

[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***** 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***** 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*********** 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

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