Let's Ride
Dr. Dolittle Lyrics

Biatch
Hey, what's going on, baby?

Eeh? W'appen nuh, baby?
Hey, what's happening, baby?

You look good inna yuh car, eeh?
You look good in your car, huh?

Longtime me ah watch you and me wan' chat to you
I've been watching you for a long time and I want to talk to you

And you gwan like you nuh wan' chat to me
And you act like you don't want to talk to me

So w'appen Dre? Tell me wah di fuck ah gwan nuh
So what's happening, Dre? Tell me what the fuck is going on

Creepin' down the back street on D's
Quietly driving down the back street in my fancy car

I got my Glock cocked 'cause niggas want these
I have my gun ready because people want to take what I have

No soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
As soon as I mentioned it, it seems like someone suspicious noticed me

By some nigga with a TEC-9, tryin' to take mine
By someone carrying a TEC-9 gun, trying to steal from me

You wanna make noise? Make noise
You want to cause trouble? Go ahead

I make a phone call, my niggas comin' like the Gotti boys
I make a call, and my friends will come quickly, just like the Gotti boys

Bodies bein' found on Greenleaf
Dead bodies are being discovered on Greenleaf street

With their fuckin' heads cut off, motherfucker, I'm Dre
Their heads have been brutally cut off, and I'm the one responsible, I'm Dre

So listen to the play-by-play, day-by-day
Listen carefully to the details of the events that happen every day

Rollin' in my four with sixteen switches
Driving in my car with sixteen switches to control different features

And got sounds for the bitches
And I have music that the women love

Clockin' all the riches, got the hollow points for the snitches
I'm keeping close watch on my wealth, and I have special bullets for informants

So won't you just walk on by? 'Cause I'm too hard to lift
Just continue walking because I'm too challenging to handle

And no, this ain't Aerosmith
And no, this is not the band Aerosmith

It's the motherfuckin' D-R-E from the C-P-T
It's the famous Dr. Dre from Compton

On a robbin' spree, a straight G
Engaging in a series of robberies, a real gangster

Hop back, as I pop my top, you trip
Take a step back as I open the roof of my car, you'll be amazed

I let the hollow points commence to pop, pop, pop
I let the special bullets start firing rapidly

Yeah, 'cause if it don't stop
Yes, because if the situation doesn't stop

I'll have to put my shit in reverse, go back and take another spot
I'll have to retreat and find another location to continue my activities

Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride (hell yeah)
Come down, my fancy car, stop and let me drive

What all the niggas sayin'?
What are all the people saying?

Just another motherfuckin' day for Dre, so I'll begin like this
Just another typical day for Dr. Dre, so let me start like this

No medallions, dreadlocks or black fists
I don't wear flashy jewelry, dreadlocks, or represent any black power movements

It's just that gangsta glare with gangsta raps
It's just my intense and intimidating appearance combined with my gangster lyrics

That gangsta shit makes a gangs of snaps, uh
That gangster style receives a lot of attention and appreciation

Word to the motherfuckin' streets
I swear to the streets, the real world I come from

And word to these hyped-ass lyrics and dope beats
And also to these energetic and impressive lyrics and beats

That I hit you with, that I get you with
That's what I deliver to you, that's what captivates you

As I groove in my four on D's, hittin' the switches
As I enjoy driving in my car with hydraulics, playing with the controls

Bitches, relax, while I get my proper swerve on
Ladies, calm down while I drive smoothly and confidently

Bumpin' like a muhfucker, ready to get my serve on
Playing loud music as if I own the world, ready to party

But before I hit the dope spot
But before I arrive at the place to get drugs

Gotta get the chronic, the Rémy Martin and my soda pop
I have to get some marijuana, Rémy Martin liquor, and my mixed drink

Now I'm smellin' like Indonesia
Now I smell like I've been smoking Indonesian marijuana

Bus stop full of fly bitches and skeezers
The bus stop is full of attractive women and promiscuous girls

On my dick 'cause my four on hit
They are attracted to me because my car looks impressive

Pancake, front and back, side to side, and all that shit
My car's suspension can make it bounce, tilt, and move in various ways

So when I crawl, I comes correct
So when I drive slowly, I do it properly

Now if your bitch in my shit, it's your bitch you check, nigga
If your girl is in my car, it's your responsibility to take care of her, man

Check this out
Listen to this

The sun went down when I hit Slauson
It was getting dark when I reached Slauson street

On my way to the strip, now I'm just flossin'
I'm on my way to the main street, showing off and looking stylish

Checkin' my rearview 'cause niggas they will do
Looking in my rearview mirror because there are people who can cause trouble

Jack moves, black fools 'cause I smack fools
Trying to rob me, but I can handle them because I'm tough

Tryna set me up for a 211
Trying to plan a robbery against me

Fuck around and get caught up in a 187
Mess around and end up getting killed

But I don't represent no gang bang
But I'm not affiliated with any gang activities

Some niggas like lynchin' but I just watch 'em hang
Some people enjoy violence, but I prefer to observe from a distance

So on and so on, why don't you let me roll on?
And so on, why don't you let me continue my journey?

I remember back in the days when I used to have to get my stroll on
I remember the time when I used to have to walk around casually

Didn't nobody wanna speak
Nobody wanted to talk to me

Now everybody peepin' out they window
Now everyone is looking out their windows to see what I'm doing

When they hear me beatin' up the street
When they hear the loud music coming from my car

Is it Dre? Is it Dre?
Is it Dr. Dre? Is that him?

That's what they say every single motherfuckin' day
That's what people say about me every day

Yo, but I ain't trippin', I'm just kickin' it
But I'm not bothered, I'm just relaxing

While my D's keep spinnin' and these hoes keep grinnin' I'll be
While my car's rims keep spinning and these women keep smiling, I'll be...

Check this out

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

The sun went down, when I hit Slauson

On my way to the strip - now I'm just flossing

Checking my rearview, 'cause niggas they will do

Jack moves, black fools - 'cause I smack fools

Tryna set me up for a 211

Fuck around and get caught up in a 187

But I don't represent no gang bang

Some niggas like lynching', 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 spinning' and these hoes keep grinning', 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