Let Me Ride
Dr. Dre/Hitman/Kurupt/Nate Dogg/Six Two Lyrics
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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
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
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
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
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
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
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
The song Let Me Ride is a gangsta rap classic featuring Dr. Dre, Hitman, Kurupt, Nate Dogg, and Six Two. Dre begins the song by describing his tense situation as he navigates through a backstreet where other gang members want to take his Glock. Despite this, he remains calm and ends up getting his crew to scare off the assailants. He goes on to describe the lifestyle of a gangsta, with lyrics about switching cars, having hollow point bullets for snitches, and enjoying the company of women. The chorus features the lyrics, "Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride," which reference the African American spiritual song "Swing Low, Sweet Chariot" and is a call for help from a higher power.
The second verse speaks to Dre's life as a musician rather than a gangsta. He describes his talent for making "hyped ass lyrics and dope beats" and his passion for cruising in his car while listening to his music. Dre contrasts the gangsta life with what he sees as the glamorous life of a musician, complete with groupies and drugs. He stops at a liquor store to pick up Hennessy and soda and marijuana before continuing on his way.
The third verse sees Dre describing the dangers of the streets and how he has avoided being pulled into gang life or crime. He acknowledges that people are scared of him when he drives through the neighborhood, but he isn't worried. He is content with his success and ready to celebrate with his friends and romantic interests.
Line by Line Meaning
Creepin' down the back street on Deez
I'm driving slowly and cautiously down the street
I got my glock cocked cuz niggaz want these
I'm carrying a loaded gun for protection
Now soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
As soon as I mentioned my gun, someone started hassling me
By some nigga with a tech 9 tryin' to take mine
Someone with a powerful gun is trying to rob me
ya wanna make noise, make noise
If you want to cause trouble, go ahead
I make a phone call my niggaz comin' like the Gotti boys
If there's trouble, I have friends who will come to my aid
bodies bein' found on Greenleaf
People are turning up dead on Greenleaf Street
with their fuckin heads cut off, motherfucker i'm Dre
I'm Dr. Dre and I'm not someone to mess with
so listen to the play-by-play, day-by-day
Pay attention to what's going on around you
rollin' in my '4 with 16 switches
I'm driving my lowrider car with a lot of switches to move various parts
And got sounds for the bitches, clockin' all the riches
I have a sound system that the ladies love and I'm making a lot of money
Got the hollow points for the snitches
I have ammunition that can take down people who snitch on me
So would you just walk on by, cuz I'm too hard to lift
Don't mess with me, I'm too tough and too risky to bother with
and no this ain't Aerosmith
This is not a rock band song
It's the motherfuckin D-R-E, from the CPT
This is a song by Dr. Dre from Compton
on a ryhmin' spree, a straight G
I'm rapping and being really cool about it
Hop back as i pop my top ya trip
Watch out as I open the car roof and start to get wild
I let the hollow points commence to POP POP POP
I fire my gun and the bullets hit hard
yeah, cuz if it don't stop
If the situation doesn't improve, I will do more
I have to put my shit in reverse go back and take anothers stop
I may need to back up and try a different approach if this one isn't working
Cause I'm (Rollin in my six-fo')
I'm driving my lowrider classic car
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
Stop and give me a ride
hell yeah
Yes, definitely
just another motherfuckin day for Dre so I begin like this
This is how I start my typical day
No medallions, dreadlocks, or black fists it's just
I don't have any special jewelry, hairstyle, or fighting style
that gangster glare, with gangster raps
I have a tough and intimidating look, and I rap about gangster life
that gangster shit, that makes the gang of snaps, uhh
My music appeals to gangsters and they love it
word to the motherfuckin streets
I have respect from people in the streets
and word to these hyped ass lyrics and dope beats, that I
My music has great lyrics and beats
hit ya with that I, get ya with
I can get you with my music
as I groove in my four on deez, hittin the switches
I'm enjoying my ride and playing with the switches on my car
bitches relax while I get my proper swerve on
Women, sit back and enjoy my cool driving
bumpin like a motherfucker ready to get my serve on
I'm playing my music loud and getting ready for some action
but before I hit the dope spot
Before I go to get some drugs
I gotta get the chronic, the Reme Martin and my soda pop
I need to get some weed, cognac, and soda
Now I'm smellin like indo-nesia
I have the smell of high-quality weed on me
bus stop full of fly bitches and skeezers
There are attractive women at the bus stop
on my dick, cause my four on hit
Women like me because I'm driving a nice car
pancake front and back, side to side and all that shit
My car's suspension can move up and down and side to side in cool ways
So when I crawl I comes correct
I look and act cool when I'm driving slow
Now, if your bitch in my shit, it's your bitch you check nigga
If a woman is bothering me, her man needs to handle it
Now let the Chevrolet slide
Let my car slide and show off its moves
As I dip a nigga trip to the south side, yeah
As I drive, I'm heading to the south side of town
Check this out
Listen to this
The sun went down when I hit Slausson
It got dark when I reached Slausson Street
on my way to the strip, now I'm just flossin
I'm going to the party scene and showing off my style
Checkin my rearview, cause niggaz they will do
I'm watching for people who might be following me or causing trouble
jack moves, black fools cause I smack fools
People who try to rob me or cause trouble will be dealt with
Try to set me up for a two-eleven
Someone tried to rob me
Fuck around and get caught up in a one-eight-seven
They may end up getting killed
but I don't represent no gangbang
I'm not involved in any gang activity
Some niggaz like lynchin but I just watch them hang
I'm not into violence or killing
so on, and so-on, why don't you let me roll on
Let me continue on my way
I remember back in the dayz when I used to have to get my stroll on
In the past, I used to have to walk or drive slower to be cool
Didn't nobody wanna speak; now everybody peepin out they windows when they hear me beatin up the streets
In the past, people ignored me, but now they pay attention when I make noise in the streets with my music and car
Is it Dre? Is it Dre?
People are wondering if it's me making the noise
That's what they say, every single motherfuckin day, yo
People are always talking about me and wondering what I'm up to
But I ain't trippin I'm just kickin it
I'm not bothered by the attention, I'm just hanging out
While my deez keep spinnin and these hoes keep grinnin I'll be
While my car's wheels keep turning and women keep smiling at me, I'll be
Rollin in my six-fo' with everybody sayin
Driving my lowrider car with everyone noticing me
Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC , Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: JAMES TAYLOR, JAMES V TAYLOR
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@johngarcia9408
Nate Dogg kills it
@debrabyrd5584
xplosie
@georgecantstandsya821
Ya he does!
@myobokujeweler2727
Nate Dogg smoothly enters the scene at 1:20
@theunderrated86
Who needs autotune when there's Nate Dogg.
@johnsenerchia2088
RIP Nate Dogg
@yaa3778
Each song in this album is pure gold
@josephbauman1793
Best album in Hiphop. I remember when I was young (born 1985) and hiphop was kinda dead after biggie's death in 1997. No real album except master p and Southside which was wack. Suddenly Dr dre exposed the world to Eminem and 2001 was released it was the renaissance of hiphop. I was born in Germany every one listen to this music. Every party, dance club people are listening to Dr Dre 200. It continued with 50 cent until 2005 then everything dried out again. Only exception is Eminem with KAMIKAZE and he topped it with Music to be murdered by + seide B which is the best since 2005.
@mohgunners
Rip Nate dogg all dogs go to heaven
@jstylezPictures
hes fucking hot angel bitches up there in paradise smoking the best ganja ever all day everyday gun toting wit those gangstas up there complete joy hes in moh gunners that's whats all awaiting us in death time :)