This song peaked at #1 on Billboard’s Rhythmic, #3 on Billboard’s Hot R&B/Hip-Hop Songs and Billboard’s Hot Rap Songs, #4 on Billboard’s Hot Dance Songs and #34 on the Billboard Hot 100.
Let Me Ride
Dr. Dre Lyrics
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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
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 211
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
The lyrics of Dr. Dre's song Let Me Ride describe the life of a gangster and his criminal lifestyle. He talks about riding in his car, rolling on D's, with his Glock cocked because people are trying to take what he's got. He's ready to make noise and unleash his crew on anyone who can't take the heat. He emphasizes that he's too hard to lift and that he's the real deal, not some band like Aerosmith. He talks about the gangsta glare he gives, which is backed by the gangsta rap he spits, and how easily it all comes to him.
Dre's chorus includes the line "Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride," referencing the traditional gospel song "Swing Low, Sweet Chariot". The chorus is a request for the sweet chariot to stop and pick up Dre. The sweet chariot represents his car, which he loves to ride and show off, with its sixteen switches and sounds for the bitches. He even introduces himself with his name and where he's from, C-P-T, highlighting his gangsta roots. Dre goes on to describe how he cruises the streets, looking for his next spot to rob, always on a roll, dodging cops and enemies.
Overall, the lyrics of Let Me Ride describe Dre's life as a gangster in the hood, his love for his car, and his determination to succeed no matter what obstacles he has to overcome.
Line by Line Meaning
Biatch
Hello
Eeh? W'appen nuh, baby?
Hey, what's up baby?
You look good inna yuh car, eeh?
You are looking great in your car.
Longtime me ah watch you and me wan' chat to you
I have been watching you for a long time and I want to talk to you.
And you gwan like you nuh wan' chat to me
You seem like you do not want to talk to me.
So w'appen Dre? Tell me wah di fuck ah gwan nuh
What is going on, Dre? Tell me what is happening.
Creepin' down the back street on D's
Driving slowly in the backstreets, with D-shaped rims.
I got my Glock cocked 'cause niggas want these
I got my gun ready because people want to rob me.
No soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
Immediately after saying that, someone suspicious approached me.
By some nigga with a TEC-9, tryin' to take mine
He had a TEC-9, and was trying to steal my possessions.
You wanna make noise? Make noise
If you want to cause trouble, go ahead.
I make a phone call, my niggas comin' like the Gotti boys
I will call my friends, and they will come here immediately as if they are the Gotti boys.
Bodies bein' found on Greenleaf With their fuckin' heads cut off
Dead bodies have been found on Greenleaf with their heads cut off.
Motherfucker, I'm Dre
I am Dr. Dre, motherfucker.
So listen to the play-by-play, day-by-day
Listen to my story day by day.
Rollin' in my four with sixteen switches
I am driving my car with sixteen switches.
And got sounds for the bitches
I got music that makes women dance.
Clockin' all the riches, got the hollow points for the snitches
I am making money, and I have guns for the informers.
So won't you just walk on by? 'Cause I'm too hard to lift
I am too strong to be beaten, so you should just leave.
And no, this ain't Aerosmith
This is not Aerosmith.
It's the motherfuckin' D-R-E from the C-P-T
This is Dr. Dre from C-P-T.
On a robbin' spree, a straight G
I am currently looting as a real gangster.
Hop back, as I pop my top, you trip I let the hollow points commence to pop, pop, pop
I open my car door, and if you mess with me, I will shoot you.
Yeah, 'cause if it don't stop
If you don't stop what you are doing.
I'll have to put my shit in reverse, go back and take another spot
I will park my car in reverse and find another location.
Rollin' in my six-four What all the niggas sayin'?
I am driving my '64, what are other people saying about me?
Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride (hell yeah)
Like a chariot, my car is moving forward. Stop now to let me ride.
Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride (what all the niggas sayin'?)
Stop the car, let me in. What are people saying about me?
Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride
This line is repeated.
Just another motherfuckin' day for Dre, so I'll begin like this
This is just another typical day for Dre, and I will start my story like this.
No medallions, dreadlocks or black fists
I am not wearing any medallions, dreadlocks, or black fists.
It's just that gangsta glare with gangsta raps
I am giving a gangster impression with my appearance and music.
That gangsta shit makes a gangs of snaps, uh
People like my gangsta music and I am making money from it.
Word to the motherfuckin' streets
I swear to the streets.
And word to these hyped-ass lyrics and dope beats
And I swear that my lyrics and beats are amazing.
That I hit you with, that I get you with
My lyrics and beats are what people like and I use them to entertain you.
As I groove in my four on D's, hittin' the switches
I am in my car, driving slowly, and changing its height with D-shaped rims.
Bitches, relax, while I get my proper swerve on
Ladies, relax, and let me drive my car properly.
Bumpin' like a muhfucker, ready to get my serve on
The music is playing loud and I am ready to entertain you.
But before I hit the dope spot
Before I go get high on weed.
Gotta get the chronic, the Rémy Martin and my soda pop
I need to buy chronic drug, Rémy Martin drinks and my soda pop.
Now I'm smellin' like Indonesia
I smell like Indonesia because of all the marijuana I smoked.
Bus stop full of fly bitches and skeezers
I see many beautiful women at the bus stop.
On my dick 'cause my four on hit
These women are attracted to me because of my car.
Pancake, front and back, side to side, and all that shit
My car is moving up and down and from side to side.
So when I crawl, I comes correct
When I move slowly, I do it the right way.
Now if your bitch in my shit, it's your bitch you check, nigga
If your woman is interested in me, it is your problem to solve.
Now let the Chevrolet slide
Now let the Chevrolet car smoothly move forward.
As I dip and make a trip to the South side, yeah
I move smoothly and make my way to the South side of the city.
What all the bitches sayin'?
What are all these women saying?
Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride (what all the motherfuckin' bitches sayin'?)
Stop the car to let me ride. What are all these bitches saying?
Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride (know what I'm sayin'?)
I am trying to tell you to stop the car, and let me ride it.
Check this out
Listen to what I have to say.
The sun went down when I hit Slauson
The sun had already set when I arrived at Slauson.
On my way to the strip, now I'm just flossin'
I am on my way to the strip, to show off my wealth.
Checkin' my rearview 'cause niggas they will do
I am checking my car mirror because people can do bad stuff.
Jack moves, black fools 'cause I smack fools
People try to steal my possessions but I fight back.
Tryna set me up for a 211
People are trying to rob me.
Fuck around and get caught up in a 187
They may end up getting killed.
But I don't represent no gang bang
I am not a part of any gang.
Some niggas like lynchin' but I just watch 'em hang
Some people like to kill others but I do not. I just watch them hanging.
So on and so on, why don't you let me roll on?
I will keep moving forward, do not bother me.
I remember back in the days when I used to have to get my stroll on
I remember when I had to walk to get to places.
Didn't nobody wanna speak
People did not want to talk to me.
Now everybody peepin' out they window
Now that I am famous, everyone is looking at me.
When they hear me beatin' up the street
When they hear the sound from the music I'm playing in my car.
Is it Dre? Is it Dre?
People are asking themselves if it is really me or not.
That's what they say every single motherfuckin' day
People talk about me every day.
Yo, but I ain't trippin', I'm just kickin' it
I am not bothered by people talking about me, I am just hanging out.
While my D's keep spinnin' and these hoes keep grinnin' I'll be
While my rims keep spinning and women keep smiling at me, I will keep living my life.
Swing down (swing down), sweet chariot, stop (I wanna ride) And let me ride (hell yeah)
Stop the car chariot, I want to ride, and let me ride.
And let me ride (what everybody sayin'?)
Let me ride the car, what is everyone talking about?
And let me ride
This line is repeated.
Lyrics © RBX MUSIC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Calvin C. Broadus, Eric Dwayne Collins, George Bernard Worrell Jr., George Clinton Jr., James L. Williams, Leroy Bonner, Marshall Jones, Marvin Pierce, William Earl Collins, Willie Beck
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Dr. Dre's The Chronic is a timeless classic hip-hop album
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