Dr Dre - Let Me Ride

Versuri Dr Dre - Let Me Ride

 
[Verse One:] 
 
Creepin' down the back street on Deez 
I got my glock cocked cuz niggaz want these 
Now soon as I said it, seems I got sweated 
By some nigga with a tech 9 tryin' to take mine 
ya wanna make noise, make noise 
I make a phone call my niggaz comin' like the Gotti boys 
bodies bein' found on Greenleaf 
with their fuckin heads cut off, motherfucker 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 bitches, 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 motherfuckin 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 shit in reverse go back and take anothers stop 
Cause I'm (Rollin in my six-fo') 
with all the niggaz 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 niggaz 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 motherfuckin 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 shit, that makes the gang of snaps, uhh 
word to the motherfuckin 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 deez, hittin the switches 
bitches relax while I get my proper swerve on 
bumpin like a motherfucker 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 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 a nigga trip to the south side, yeah 
(Rollin in my six-fo') with all the bitches 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 niggaz they will do 
jack moves, black fools cause I smack fools 
Try to set me up for a two-eleven 
Fuck around and get caught up in a one-eight-seven 
but I don't represent no gangbang 
Some niggaz 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 motherfuckin 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]