Let Me Ride
Dr. Dre & Snoop Dogg & Jewell & Ruben Lyrics


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Creepin' down the back street on these
I got my glock cocked 'cause niggas want these
Now soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
By some nigga with a tech 9 tryin' to take mine
ya want to make noise, make noise
I make a phone call my niggas comin' like the Gotti boys
bodies bein' found on Greenleaf
with their fucking heads cut off, motherfucker i'm Dre
so listen to the play-by-play, day-by-day
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, 'cause I'm too hard to lift
and no this ain't Aerosmith
It's the motherfucking D-are-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, 'cause 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 niggas saying

Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
hell yeah
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
with all the niggas saying
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
Hell yeah
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride

just another motherfucking 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,
word to the motherfucking 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 these, hitting the switches
bitches relax while I get my proper swerve on
bumping 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 smelling 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 niggas saying
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 flossing
Checking my rear view, cause niggas 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 niggas like lynching but I just watch them 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
peeping out they windows when they hear me beating up the streets
Is it Dre? Is it Dre?
That's what they say, every single motherfucking day, yo
But I ain't tripping I'm just kicking it
While my D's keep spinning and these hoes keep grinning I'll be
(Rollin in my six-fo') With everybody saying

Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
hell yeah
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
with all the niggas saying
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride




Hell yeah
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride

Overall Meaning

The song 'Let Me Ride' is a classic West Coast hip-hop track where Dr. Dre, Jewell, Ruben and Snoop Dogg, rap and sing about their daily experiences on the streets of Compton. The lyrics are riddled with references to gang life, criminal activity, and drug use. The song also features samples from George Clinton's 'Mothership Connection,' which set the tone for the funky guitar riffs that line the backing track.


The first verse sets the scene, with Dre explaining how he's always on his guard and armed with his glock, ready to fend off anyone trying to take his possessions. He warns others not to mess with him, as he is well-connected and has a reputation as a G. The chorus features the refrain "Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride," which is a reference to the traditional African American spiritual song 'Swing Low, Sweet Chariot.'


The second verse sees Dre boast about his wealth and power, describing his car with its 16 switches and sounds for the ladies. He also warns snitches, indicating that he's prepared with a stash of hollow point bullets. The third verse covers Dre's experiences cruising past his old stomping grounds, aware that people are watching and taking note of his movements. He's aware of potential danger, and so he's always on the lookout for anything suspicious.


Line by Line Meaning

Creepin' down the back street on these
I'm driving slowly down the dark streets.


I got my glock cocked 'cause niggas want these
I have my gun ready because other people want what I have.


Now soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
As soon as I spoke, I attracted unwanted attention.


By some nigga with a tech 9 tryin' to take mine
Someone with a powerful gun is trying to steal from me.


ya want to make noise, make noise
If you want to cause a commotion, go ahead.


I make a phone call my niggas comin' like the Gotti boys
I can call my friends and they will come to help me like the Gotti family.


bodies bein' found on Greenleaf
Dead bodies are being found on Greenleaf street.


with their fucking heads cut off, motherfucker i'm Dre
I'm Dre, and people shouldn't mess with me or they'll end up dead.


so listen to the play-by-play, day-by-day
Pay attention to every detail and every day.


rollin' in my '4 with 16 switches
I am driving my lowrider with sixteen switches to control the car's hydraulics.


And got sounds for the bitches, clockin' all the riches
I have music for the ladies and I'm making money.


Got the hollow points for the snitches
I have special bullets to take out informants.


So would you just walk on by, 'cause I'm too hard to lift
Don't mess with me because I'm too tough to handle.


and no this ain't Aerosmith
This is rap music, not rock music like Aerosmith.


It's the motherfucking D-are-E, from the CPT
I am Dr. Dre from Compton, California.


on a ryhmin' spree, a straight G
I'm on a roll with my rhymes, and I'm a real gangster.


Hop back as i pop my top ya trip
Watch out as I open the car's roof and drive away.


I let the hollow points commence to POP POP POP
I start shooting my specialized bullets.


yeah, 'cause if it don't stop
I'll keep shooting if needed.


I have to put my shit in reverse go back and take anothers stop
If necessary, I'll reverse my car and go back to another location.


Cause I'm (Rollin in my six-fo')
I'm driving my 1964 Chevrolet Impala lowrider.


with all the niggas saying
All my friends are saying...


Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
I'm asking for a ride from a spiritual vehicle.


just another motherfucking day for Dre so I begin like this
This is just another regular day for me, so I start my rap.


No medallions, dreadlocks, or black fists it's just
I don't need jewelry, dreadlocks, or black power symbols to be tough.


that gangster glare, with gangster raps
I have a tough, intimidating look and I rap about gangster topics.


that gangster shit, that makes the gang of snaps,
My gangster rap is popular and makes people react.


word to the motherfucking streets
I'm talking about what's really happening on the streets.


and word to these hyped ass lyrics and dope beats, that I
I'm giving credit to the great lyrics and music of my songs.


hit ya with that I, get ya with
I'll hit you with my talented raps and style.


as I groove in my four on these, hitting the switches
I'm enjoying myself as I drive my lowrider and control the hydraulics.


bitches relax while I get my proper swerve on
Ladies calm down while I drive my car expertly.


bumping like a motherfucker ready to get my serve on
I'm playing loud music and ready to party.


but before I hit the dope spot
Before I go to a place to buy drugs...


I gotta get the chronic, the Reme Martin and my soda pop
I need to buy marijuana, cognac, and soda for a mixed drink.


Now I'm smelling like indo-nesia
Because of the drugs, I smell like high-quality marijuana from Indonesia.


bus stop full of fly bitches and skeezers
Ladies are waiting at the bus stop, some are attractive and others are promiscuous.


on my dick, cause my four on hit
Women like me because of my cool car and personality.


pancake front and back, side to side and all that shit
I can make my car hop and spin in different directions, which is impressive.


So when I crawl I comes correct
When I drive my car slowly, I do it right.


Now, if your bitch in my shit, it's your bitch you check nigga
If someone has a problem with how I treat their girlfriend, it's their responsibility to check her behavior.


Now let the Chevrolet slide
Now I'll show off my skills by sliding my car around a corner.


As I dip a nigga trip to the south side, yeah
I'm driving to the southern part of Los Angeles.


(Rollin in my six-fo') with all the bitches sayin
I'm driving my lowrider and all the ladies are impressed.


Check this out
Listen to what I have to say.


The sun went down when I hit Slausson
It was already dark when I arrived on Slauson street.


on my way to the strip, now I'm just flossing
I'm driving to the street with nightclubs and looking cool.


Checking my rear view, cause niggas they will do
I'm watching behind me because someone might attack me.


jack moves, black fools cause I smack fools
I'm afraid of robbers and don't tolerate violence.


Try to set me up for a two-eleven
Someone might try to rob me (a police code for robbery is 2-11).


Fuck around and get caught up in a one-eight-seven
If they try to rob me, they will end up dead (a police code for murder is 1-87).


but I don't represent no gangbang
I'm not affiliated with any gangs.


Some niggas like lynching but I just watch them hang
Some people like to commit violent crimes, but I only observe from a distance.


so on, and so-on, why don't you let me roll on
I'll just keep doing what I do, so why don't you leave me alone?


I remember back in the days when I used to have to get my stroll on
I remember when I used to walk around the neighborhood before I could afford a car.


Didn't nobody wanna speak, now everybody
No one used to talk to me, but now...


peeping out they windows when they hear me beating up the streets
People watch me from their windows as I drive by making noise with my car.


Is it Dre? Is it Dre?
People ask each other if it's me who is making the noise.


That's what they say, every single motherfucking day, yo
People are always talking about me and what I do.


But I ain't tripping I'm just kicking it
I'm not bothered by people talking about me, I'm just enjoying myself.


While my D's keep spinning and these hoes keep grinning I'll be
While my wheels keep turning and the ladies keep smiling, I'll be...


(Rollin in my six-fo') With everybody saying
Driving my lowrider with everyone talking about me.




Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
Written by: CALVIN BROADUS, ERIC COLLINS, GEORGE CLINTON, BERNIE WORRELL, WILLIAM EARL COLLINS

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@mrdingleschnat8436

Should’ve performed this at the superbowl

@garypayne8887

Hell yeah!

@kylerolle5050

Fo real

@eleniskiaou4944

I also love it my man !!!!

@user-oq9bs6me7v

Dre my favorite rapper

@afrolatinaenthusiast

RIP Jewell

@gangstamack8397

Damn he dissed Tweedy Bird Loc, Bloods and Crips (Rap Group), and he took a jab at Ice Cube and Da Lench Mob lol

@tripleplatinument.4166

Cube in the vid mayn

@gangstamack8397

@@tripleplatinument.4166 after they squashed it, the music video was done late 1993 but the song was recorded in 1992

@danwilkes8964

Also took a small dig at Run DMC "no this ain't aerosmith"

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