Let Me Ride
Dr. Dre/Snoop Doggy Dogg Lyrics

Biatch
A playful way to address someone, expressing familiarity and camaraderie.

Eeh? W'appen nuh, baby?
Hey, what's happening? How are you doing?

You look good inna yuh car, eeh?
You look great in your car, don't you?

Longtime me ah watch you and me wan' chat to you
I've been watching you for a while, and I want to talk to you.

And you gwan like you nuh wan' chat to me
But it seems 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? Can you tell me what the hell is going on?

Creepin' down the back street on D's
Driving slowly down the less-traveled street in a luxurious car.

I got my Glock cocked 'cause niggas want these
I have my Glock pistol ready and loaded because some people want to steal it from me.

No soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
Just when I mentioned it, it appears that someone became suspicious of me.

By some nigga with a TEC-9, tryin' to take mine
By another individual armed with a TEC-9 firearm, attempting to steal what belongs to me.

You wanna make noise? Make noise
If you want to create a disturbance, go ahead and make some noise.

I make a phone call, my niggas comin' like the Gotti boys
I will make a single phone call, and my friends will arrive promptly, just like the notorious 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 gruesomely detached, and I want you to know that I am Dre, a tough and respected individual.

So listen to the play-by-play, day-by-day
Pay attention to the detailed account I give you, as it unfolds day by day.

Rollin' in my four with sixteen switches
Driving in my car with sixteen switches, which allow me to customize and control the vehicle's functions.

And got sounds for the bitches
I have a great stereo system that impresses the women.

Clockin' all the riches, got the hollow points for the snitches
I am monitoring and accumulating wealth, and I possess hollow-point bullets to deal with informants.

So won't you just walk on by? 'Cause I'm too hard to lift
Wouldn't it be better for you to simply ignore me? I'm difficult to intimidate or defeat.

And no, this ain't Aerosmith
Just to clarify, this is not Aerosmith, a different style and genre of music.

It's the motherfuckin' D-R-E from the C-P-T
It's none other than Dr. Dre from Compton (C-P-T), a place notorious for its urban struggles.

On a robbin' spree, a straight G
Engaged in a series of robberies, behaving like a true gangster.

Hop back, as I pop my top, you trip
Watch out as I jump back and open the convertible top of my car. You might be surprised.

I let the hollow points commence to pop, pop, pop
Then, I allow the hollow-point bullets to start firing rapidly.

Yeah, 'cause if it don't stop
Yes, because if this violence does not cease

I'll have to put my shit in reverse, go back and take another spot
I will have to retreat, reverse the situation, and find a new location to continue my activities.

Rollin' in my six-four
Cruising in my 1964 Chevrolet Impala.

What all the niggas sayin'?
What are all the people saying and thinking about me?

Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride (hell yeah)
Lower down, beautiful chariot, come to a halt and allow me to enjoy the ride (hell yeah)

Just another motherfuckin' day for Dre, so I'll begin like this
Just an ordinary day for Dre, so I'll start things off in my usual manner.

No medallions, dreadlocks or black fists
I don't need any flashy jewelry, dreadlocks, or symbols of black power.

It's just that gangsta glare with gangsta raps
It's simply the aggressive and intimidating look paired with my gangster-style lyrics.

That gangsta shit makes a gangs of snaps, uh
Those gangster-themed tracks and lyrics create a large following and generate a lot of approval.

Word to the motherfuckin' streets
I'm giving my word to the streets, speaking with credibility and authenticity.

And word to these hyped-ass lyrics and dope beats
I'm also showing my respect and appreciation for the energetic lyrics and excellent musical compositions.

That I hit you with, that I get you with
I deliver these impressive lyrics and catchy hooks that captivate and engage you.

As I groove in my four on D's, hittin' the switches
While I cruise around in my car equipped with hydraulic suspension, manipulating the switches to make the car bounce and move rhythmically.

Bitches, relax, while I get my proper swerve on
Ladies, just relax and enjoy the ride while I skillfully maneuver the car in a confident and stylish way.

Bumpin' like a muhfucker, ready to get my serve on
Playing my music loudly and aggressively, I'm prepared to show my skills and dominance in the game.

But before I hit the dope spot
But before I arrive at the place where drugs are sold

Gotta get the chronic, the Rémy Martin and my soda pop
I need to acquire some high-quality marijuana, Rémy Martin cognac, and a soft drink to mix with it.

Now I'm smellin' like Indonesia
Now I have the scent of strong and exotic Indonesian marijuana on me.

Bus stop full of fly bitches and skeezers
A bus stop crowded with attractive women and promiscuous individuals.

On my dick 'cause my four on hit
They are interested in me and attracted to my car because of how impressive it looks and sounds.

Pancake, front and back, side to side, and all that shit
The hydraulics on my car allow it to bounce, dip, tilt, and move in various directions, creating an entertaining spectacle.

So when I crawl, I comes correct
When I cruise slowly, I do it with style and precision.

Now if your bitch in my shit, it's your bitch you check, nigga
If your woman is showing interest in me and my car, it's your responsibility to address it, not mine, my friend.

Now let the Chevrolet slide
Now allow the Chevrolet car to smoothly glide and move gracefully.

As I dip and make a trip to the South side, yeah
As I lower the car and make my way to the southern part of town, yes.

What all the bitches sayin'?
What are all the women saying and thinking about me?

Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride (hell yeah)
Lower down, beautiful chariot, come to a halt and allow me to enjoy the ride (hell yeah)

Check this out
Pay attention and listen to this

The sun went down when I hit Slauson
When I reached the Slauson street, the sun had already set.

On my way to the strip, now I'm just flossin'
I'm on my way to the main street known for its entertainment venues, and I'm flaunting my style and confidence.

Checkin' my rearview 'cause niggas they will do
I am being cautious and monitoring my rearview mirror because there are people who might try to harm me.

Jack moves, black fools 'cause I smack fools
There are individuals who might attempt to rob me, but I'm confident and ready to confront them.

Tryna set me up for a 211
They are trying to plan a robbery against me.

Fuck around and get caught up in a 187
If they continue to mess with me, they might end up getting involved in a murder case.

But I don't represent no gang bang
However, I don't associate myself with gang-related violence.

Some niggas like lynchin' but I just watch 'em hang
There are people who enjoy causing harm to others, but I prefer to observe and distance myself from their actions.

So on and so on, why don't you let me roll on?
So, that's how things are, why don't you allow me to continue moving forward?

I remember back in the days when I used to have to get my stroll on
I recall the time in the past when I had to walk around and show off my style and confidence.

Didn't nobody wanna speak
At that time, nobody was interested in interacting or engaging with me.

Now everybody peepin' out they window
But now, everyone is curiously looking out of their windows to see what I'm up to.

When they hear me beatin' up the street
When they hear the loud music and thumping bass coming from my car.

Is it Dre? Is it Dre?
They wonder if it's me, Dr. Dre, causing the commotion.

That's what they say every single motherfuckin' day
That's the question they ask, day after day, without fail.

Yo, but I ain't trippin', I'm just kickin' it
But hey, I'm not bothered by it, I'm just relaxing and enjoying myself.

While my D's keep spinnin' and these hoes keep grinnin' I'll be
As my car's rims continue to rotate, capturing attention, and women continue to smile with admiration, I will be living my life carefree.

Rollin' in my six-four
Cruising in my 1964 Chevrolet Impala.

What everybody sayin'?
What is everyone saying and thinking?

Swing down (swing down), sweet chariot, stop (I wanna ride)
Lower down, beautiful chariot, come to a halt (I wanna ride)

And let me ride (hell yeah)
And allow me to enjoy the ride (hell yeah)

Swing down (swing down), sweet chariot, stop (I wanna ride)
Lower down, beautiful chariot, come to a halt (I wanna ride)

And let me ride (what everybody sayin'?)
And allow me to enjoy the ride (what is everyone saying?)

Swing down (swing down), sweet chariot, stop (I wanna ride)
Lower down, beautiful chariot, come to a halt (I wanna ride)

And let me ride (know what I'm sayin'?)
And allow me to enjoy the ride (do you understand what I'm saying?)

Swing down (swing down), sweet chariot, stop (I wanna ride)
Lower down, beautiful chariot, come to a halt (I wanna ride)

And let me ride (hell yeah)
And allow me to enjoy the ride (hell yeah)