Let Me Ride
Dr. Dre feat. Snoop Doggy Dogg RBX & Jewell Lyrics


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Creepin' down the back street on Deez
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
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, 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

Overall Meaning

Let Me Ride by Dr. Dre feat. Snoop Doggy Dogg RBX & Jewell is a song that features lyrics about Dre’s gangster lifestyle in which he describes cruising down the streets in his car while carrying weapons to defend himself. He notes that people often try to take his things, and his gangster connections can provide backup in case of any trouble. The chorus, β€œSwing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride,” is a reference to the classic African American folk song β€œSwing Low, Sweet Chariot,” which is often used as a metaphor for death and heaven, but in this context, it takes on a more playful and ironic meaning.


Throughout the song, Dre switches between talking about his gangster lifestyle and his love of cruising in his car, which has hydraulics and 16 switches that allow him to control each wheel independently. He also notes that he has special sounds and lights installed in the car to appeal to the ladies. The lyrics contain multiple references to violence and drugs, which were hallmarks of gangster rap in the 1990s.


Line by Line Meaning

Creepin' down the back street on Deez
I am driving down the alleyway slowly.


I got my glock cocked cuz niggaz want these
I am armed with a loaded gun because people may try to steal from me.


Now soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
As soon as I spoke, someone was coming after me.


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


ya wanna make noise, make noise
If you want to be loud, go ahead.


I make a phone call my niggaz comin' like the Gotti boys
I can call my friends for help, and they'll show up quickly like the gangster Gotti boys.


bodies bein' found on Greenleaf with their fuckin heads cut off, motherfucker i'm Dre
I am threatening violence and implying that I am powerful enough to get away with murder.


so listen to the play-by-play, day-by-day
Pay attention to everything that's happening.


rollin' in my '4 with 16 switches
I am driving a customized low-rider car with 16 switches to adjust the suspension.


And got sounds for the bitches, clockin' all the riches
I have a sound system that appeals to women and makes a lot of money.


Got the hollow points for the snitches
I have ammunition designed to penetrate and cause damage to informants.


So would you just walk on by, cuz I'm too hard to lift
Don't try to mess with me because I'm too strong to take down.


and no this ain't Aerosmith
This is my rap song, not a song by the rock band Aerosmith.


It's the motherfuckin D-R-E, from the CPT
I am Dr. Dre from Compton, and I am proud of it.


on a ryhmin' spree, a straight G
I am on a creative streak, and I am a true gangster.


Hop back as i pop my top ya trip
Step back as I open the convertible roof of my car and show off.


I let the hollow points commence to POP POP POP
I start firing my gun at my enemies with my deadly ammunition.


yeah, cuz if it don't stop
Yes, because if the violence doesn't end.


I have to put my shit in reverse go back and take anothers stop
I may have to retreat and go back somewhere else to avoid further confrontation.


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


with all the niggaz sayin
And all my friends are saying


Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
Come down and stop your chariot so I can ride with you like a heavenly experience.


just another motherfuckin day for Dre so I begin like this
This is just another regular day in my life, so I'm starting my rap.


No medallions, dreadlocks, or black fists it's just
I don't need symbols of black pride to show my identity.


that gangster glare, with gangster raps
I have a fierce look and a tough attitude to go with my gangsta-style raps.


that gangster shit, that makes the gang of snaps, uhh
My gangsta style is so appealing that it makes people snap or go wild.


word to the motherfuckin streets
I am acknowledging and giving recognition to the people in the streets.


and word to these hyped ass lyrics and dope beats, that I hit ya with that I, get ya with
I'm proud of my compelling lyrics and amazing beats that get people excited and hyped.


as I groove in my four on deez, hittin the switches
I am enjoying the smooth ride of my car with the hydraulics and switches.


bitches relax while I get my proper swerve on
Women should chill out as I drive impressively and stylishly.


bumpin like a motherfucker ready to get my serve on
I'm enjoying the music and getting ready to party.


but before I hit the dope spot
Before I go to the drug dealers.


I gotta get the chronic, the Reme Martin and my soda pop
But first, I need to get weed, cognac, and soda to mix with it.


Now I'm smellin like indo-nesia
Now I smell like high-quality weed from Indonesia.


bus stop full of fly bitches and skeezers on my dick, cause my four on hit
I am surrounded by attractive women because they like my car.


pancake front and back, side to side and all that shit
My car is bouncing and dipping up and down.


So when I crawl I comes correct
I look good and smooth when I'm driving my low-rider slowly.


Now, if your bitch in my shit, it's your bitch you check nigga
If your girlfriend is hanging around with me, it's your problem to handle.


Now let the Chevrolet slide
Now let my car glide smoothly.


As I dip a nigga trip to the south side, yeah
As I take a ride to the southern part of the city.


Check this out
Listen to this.


The sun went down when I hit Slausson
The sun had set when I arrived at Slauson (Avenue, in Los Angeles).


on my way to the strip, now I'm just flossin
I'm on my way to the club or bar district and showing off my wealth.


Checkin my rearview, cause niggaz they will do
I'm keeping an eye on my rearview mirror because people might try to rob me.


jack moves, black fools cause I smack fools
People may try to carjack me or rob me because I'm a black fool who can beat their asses.


Try to set me up for a two-eleven
Someone may attempt to set me up with a crime report (California police code for a robbery).


Fuck around and get caught up in a one-eight-seven
They will get involved in murder (California police code for homicide).


but I don't represent no gangbang
I don't promote gang violence.


Some niggaz like lynchin but I just watch them hang
Some people like lynching, but I don't like violence.


so on, and so-on, why don't you let me roll on
I continue to move on and progress, so why don't you let me be.


I remember back in the dayz when I used to have to get my stroll on
I think about the old days when I used to have to walk around or show off as a young man.


Didn't nobody wanna speak; now everybody peepin out they windows when they hear me beatin up the streets
No one wanted to talk to me before, but now everyone looks out their windows when they hear me playing loud music.


Is it Dre? Is it Dre?
People ask if it's me who is making all that noise.


That's what they say, every single motherfuckin day, yo
That's what people are saying about me every day.


But I ain't trippin I'm just kickin it
But I'm not worried, I'm just relaxing.


While my deez keep spinnin and these hoes keep grinnin I'll be
While my wheels keep spinning and women keep smiling at me, I will be


Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
Asking for a heavenly experience of riding on a sweet chariot.




Lyrics Β© BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC , Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: JAMES TAYLOR, JAMES V TAYLOR

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@edennard1

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@manuelcardenas8101

That bass line gets me every time!

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Boosty

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@dabeatboxer83

Love that killer guitar solo towards the end

@wolfpackwarriors

Bro been looking for this for so long it’s epic

@Orange6921

@@wolfpackwarriors Same here, I burned this down on my car stereo back in '92-'93 thanks to the cassette single. I used to sit out in my car really late getting high so mom wouldn't smell it lol.

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