Let Me Ride
Dr. Dre feat. Snoop Dogg & RBX Lyrics
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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
You 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
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-R-E, from the CPT
On a robbin' 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 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 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 everybody sayin'
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
Hell yeah
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
"Let Me Ride" is a song by Dr. Dre featuring George Clinton, Snoop Dogg, and Daz. The lyrics describe the daily routine of cruising the streets and dealing with the repercussions of gang violence. The chorus of the song, "Swing down, sweet chariot stop and let me ride," is a reference to the spiritual hymn "Swing Low, Sweet Chariot," which is about escaping to heaven.
The opening lyrics describe a drive down a back street with a loaded glock, avoiding an attempt to steal the singer's possessions. Dre boasts about his connections to notorious gangsters and his reputation as a ruthless rapper. The chorus follows, with the singer inviting listeners to join in his escapades, and narrating a ride through the neighborhood.
The second verse describes the singer's routine of getting drunk and high before hitting the streets in his ride. He boasts about his status as a pimp and describes the attention he commands from the hoes on the street. The chorus follows again, with a more muscular instrumental section than before.
The song was inspired by the original composition "Swing Low, Sweet Chariot," which is a song about escaping the harsh realities of slavery and moving towards the afterlife. Dr. Dre saw a connection between this spiritual and his own life, where he would often use cruising to cope with the harsh realities of his environment. The song was nominated for a Grammy award in 1994.
Line by Line Meaning
Creepin' down the back street on these
I'm driving slowly down the street
I got my glock cocked 'cause niggas want these
I've got my gun ready in case anyone wants to rob me
By some nigga with a tech 9 tryin' to take mine
A guy with a gun is trying to rob me
I make a phone call my niggas comin' like the Gotti boys
I have backup on the way
Bodies bein' found on Greenleaf
People are getting killed on Greenleaf street
With their fucking heads cut off, motherfucker I'm Dre
I'm Dre and I'm not to be messed with
Rollin' in my '4 with 16 switches
I'm driving my lowrider car with 16 switches to control the hydraulics
And got sounds for the bitches, clockin' all the riches
I've got music to impress the women and I'm watching for opportunities to get rich
Got the hollow points for the snitches
I've got bullets to deal with anyone who betrays me
So would you just walk on by, 'cause I'm too hard to lift
Don't mess with me because I'm too strong and powerful
I let the hollow points commence to POP POP POP
I'm shooting my gun
I have to put my shit in reverse go back and take anothers stop
I'll go back and try again if necessary to defend myself
No medallions, dreadlocks, or black fists it's just
I don't need to show off with flashy jewelry or hairstyles
That gangster glare, with gangster raps
I'm giving off a threatening look, with my gangster-style rapping
That gangster shit, that makes the gang of snaps
My gangster style is popular, and gets people excited or snapping their fingers
Word to the motherfucking streets
I'm dedicated to the neighborhood life
But before I hit the dope spot
Before I get high
Now I'm smelling like indo-nesia
I smell like high-quality marijuana
Bus stop full of fly bitches and skeezers
I'm surrounded by attractive women
But if your bitch in my shit, it's your bitch you check nigga
If your girlfriend is getting too close to me, you should deal with it yourself
Try to set me up for a two-eleven
Someone is trying to rob me
Some niggas like lynching but I just watch them hang
Some people enjoy violence, but I'm not like them
Now everybody peeping out they windows when they hear me beating up the streets
People are looking out their windows because they hear me playing loud music
I'll be (Rollin in my six-fo') with everybody saying
I'll be driving around in my car with everyone admiring it
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
Please let me enjoy my ride, without any interference
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: CALVIN BROADUS, ERIC COLLINS, GEORGE CLINTON, BERNIE WORRELL, WILLIAM EARL COLLINS
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