Let Me Ride

Album: The Chronic (1992)
Charted: 31 34
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  • Biatch

    Eeh? W'appen nuh, baby?
    You look good inna yuh car, eeh?
    Longtime me ah watch you and me wan' chat to you
    And you gwan like you nuh wan' chat to me
    So w'appen Dre? Tell me wah di fuck ah gwan nuh

    Creepin' down the back street on D's
    I got my Glock cocked 'cause niggas want these
    No soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
    By some nigga with a TEC-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, motherfucker, I'm Dre
    So listen to the play-by-play, day-by-day
    Rollin' in my four with sixteen switches
    And got sounds for the bitches
    Clockin' all the riches, got the hollow points for the snitches
    So won't you just walk on by? 'Cause I'm too hard to lift
    And no, this ain't Aerosmith
    It's the motherfuckin' D-R-E from the C-P-T
    On a robbin' spree, a straight G
    Hop back, as I pop my top, you trip
    I let the hollow points commence to pop, pop, pop
    Yeah, 'cause if it don't stop
    I'll have to put my shit in reverse, go back and take another spot
    'Cause I'm

    Rollin' in my six-four
    What all the niggas sayin'?

    Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride (hell yeah)
    Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride (what all the niggas sayin'?)
    Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride (hell yeah)
    Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride

    Just another motherfuckin' day for Dre, so I'll begin like this
    No medallions, dreadlocks or black fists
    It's just that gangsta glare with gangsta raps
    That gangsta shit makes a gangs of snaps, uh
    Word to the motherfuckin' streets
    And word to these hyped-ass lyrics and dope beats
    That I hit you with, that I get you with
    As I groove in my four on D's, hittin' the switches
    Bitches, relax, while I get my proper swerve on
    Bumpin' like a muhfucker, ready to get my serve on
    But before I hit the dope spot
    Gotta get the chronic, the Rémy Martin and my soda pop
    Now I'm smellin' like Indonesia
    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 and make a trip to the South side, yeah

    Rollin' in my six-four
    What all the bitches sayin'?

    Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride (hell yeah)
    Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride (what all the motherfuckin' bitches sayin'?)
    Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride (know what I'm sayin'?)
    Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride

    Check this out
    The sun went down when I hit Slauson
    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
    Tryna set me up for a 2-11
    Fuck around and get caught up in a 187
    But I don't represent no gang bang
    Some niggas like lynchin' but I just watch 'em hang
    So on and 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 window
    When they hear me beatin' up the street
    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 D's keep spinnin' and these hoes keep grinnin' I'll be

    Rollin' in my six-four
    What everybody sayin'?

    Swing down (swing down), sweet chariot, stop (I wanna ride)
    And let me ride (hell yeah)
    Swing down (swing down), sweet chariot, stop (I wanna ride)
    And let me ride (what everybody sayin'?)
    Swing down (swing down), sweet chariot, stop (I wanna ride)
    And let me ride (hell yeah)
    Swing down (swing down), sweet chariot, stop (I wanna ride)
    And let me ride
    Swing down (swing down), sweet chariot, stop (I wanna ride)
    And let me ride
    Swing down (swing down), sweet chariot, stop (I wanna ride)
    And let me ride
    Swing down (swing down), sweet chariot, stop (I wanna ride)
    And let me ride
    Swing down (swing down), sweet chariot, stop (I wanna ride)
    And let me ride Writer/s: Bernard Worrell, Calvin Cordozar Broadus, Eric Collins, George Jr Clinton, William Earl Collins
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management, RBX MUSIC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Word Collections Publishing
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