Let Me Ride
Dr Dre & Snoop Dogg 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
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
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-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

Overall Meaning

"Let Me Ride" is a 1993 gangsta rap song by Dr. Dre featuring Snoop Dogg. The lyrics are a testament to Dre's gangsta lifestyle, as well as his political views, and casual approach towards marijuana use. The song is highly provocative, with explicit lyrics referring to drugs, violence, and promiscuity. The chorus uses the analogy of a chariot to refer to Dre's car, a customized, low-riding Chevrolet Impala, and invites his homies, as well as women, to come along for the ride.


The first verse of the song describes Dre's preparedness to defend himself against anyone who might threaten him, as he rides through the back alleys with his gun at the ready. He mentions that his associates, the Gotti Boys, are the ones who will avenge him if anything happens to him. Dre also mentions a graveyard where 'bodies are being found with their heads cut off,' suggesting that he has connections to organized crime. The second verse is a vivid description of Dre's ride, which he switches up and down as he cruises through the city. He is surrounded by women who are attracted to his car and his swag, and he brags about the fact that he is hooked up with all of them.


Line by Line Meaning

Creepin' down the back street on these
Quietly driving down the street


I got my glock cocked 'cause niggas want these
I am carrying a firearm ready to defend myself against potential threats


Now soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
As soon as I mentioned my weapon, someone tried to rob me


By some nigga with a tech 9 tryin' to take mine
I was approached by someone with a Tech 9 firearm, attempting to steal from me


You want to make noise, make noise
If you want to start trouble, go ahead


I make a phone call my niggas comin' like the Gotti boys
I have backup that will come defend me if I call them; they are reliable like the Gotti family


Bodies bein' found on Greenleaf
Dead bodies have been discovered on the street of Greenleaf


With their fucking heads cut off, motherfucker I'm Dre
I am responsible for these killings, and I am known as Dre


So listen to the play-by-play, day-by-day
Pay attention to the details of what is happening every day


Rollin' in my '4 with 16 switches
I am driving a lowrider car, equipped with 16 switches to control the hydraulics


And got sounds for the bitches, clockin' all the riches
I have a sound system in my car to impress women and I am acquiring wealth


Got the hollow points for the snitches
I have ammunition designed to kill informants


So would you just walk on by, 'cause I'm too hard to lift
It is best to avoid getting involved with me, as I am not easily intimidated


And no this ain't Aerosmith
This is not a rock song by the band Aerosmith


It's the motherfucking D-R-E, from the CPT
This is a rap song by Dr. Dre, representing Compton, California


On a robbin' spree, a straight G
I am committing robberies and am considered a true gangster


Hop back as I pop my top ya trip
Watch out as I open my car door and prepare to shoot


I let the hollow points commence to POP POP POP
I fire my ammunition, designed to kill on impact


Yeah, 'cause if it don't stop
I will continue to commit crimes and use violence


I have to put my shit in reverse go back and take anothers stop
I may need to retrace my steps and commit another crime in order to escape the authorities


'Cause I'm (Rollin in my six-fo')
Because I am driving my lowrider car


With all the niggas saying
With everyone I encounter


Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
This is a reference to the traditional spiritual song, asking for a ride to heaven


Just another motherfucking day for Dre so I begin like this
This is just another typical day for me to start my song


No medallions, dreadlocks, or black fists it's just
I am not trying to look like a traditional activist or revolutionary


That gangster glare, with gangster raps
I am projecting a menacing stare and making rap music about gangster culture


That gangster shit, that makes the gang of snaps,
My music makes people excited about gangster life


Word to the motherfucking streets
I speak the truth about the rough reality of the streets


And word to these hyped ass lyrics and dope beats, that I
I am shouting out to my own rap lyrics and music production


Hit ya with that I, get ya with
I am delivering impactful lines and verses


As I groove in my four on these, hitting the switches
I am driving my lowrider car, activating my hydraulic switches


Bitches relax while I get my proper swerve on
Women should calm down and enjoy my smooth driving


Bumping like a motherfucker ready to get my serve on
My music is playing loudly and I am ready to party


But before I hit the dope spot
Before I go to the drug-dealing location


I gotta get the chronic, the Reme Martin and my soda pop
I need to buy some marijuana, cognac, and soda before arriving at the drug location


Now I'm smelling like indo-nesia
I am now smelling like high-quality marijuana from Indonesia


Bus stop full of fly bitches and skeezers
There are attractive women at the bus stop


On my dick, cause my four on hit
Women are attracted to me and my car


Pancake front and back, side to side and all that shit
My car is bouncing and moving in various directions


So when I crawl I comes correct
I have a very smooth lowrider car


Now, if your bitch in my shit, it's your bitch you check nigga
If your woman is attracted to me or becomes involved with me, it is your own responsibility to address it


Now let the Chevrolet slide
Let my car glide smoothly


As I dip a nigga trip to the south side, yeah
I am driving to the southern area of my city


Check this out
Listen carefully to what I am about to say


The sun went down when I hit Slausson
It was nighttime when I arrived at Slausson street


On my way to the strip, now I'm just flossing
I am driving to the popular street with businesses and showing off my wealth


Checking my rear view, cause niggas they will do
I am being cautious and checking to see if anyone is following me, because they may try to rob me


Jack moves, black fools cause I smack fools
I will physically hit someone who tries to rob me


Try to set me up for a two-eleven
Someone may try to trick me or rob me


Fuck around and get caught up in a one-eight-seven
They may end up being killed


But I don't represent no gangbang
I am not affiliated with any specific gang


Some niggas like lynching but I just watch them hang
Some people are violent or vigilantes, but I just watch and don't participate


So on, and so-on, why don't you let me roll on
This is just a part of life and I will continue to drive around the city


I remember back in the days when I used to have to get my stroll on
I remember a time when I had to walk around instead of driving


Didn't nobody wanna speak, now everybody
In the past, people did not acknowledge me, but now


Peeping out they windows when they hear me beating up the streets
People watch me drive by their homes when they hear my loud car


Is it Dre? Is it Dre?
People wonder if it is me driving by


That's what they say, every single motherfucking day, yo
People frequently discuss me and my car


But I ain't tripping I'm just kicking it
I am not worried or bothered, I am just relaxing


While my D's keep spinning and these hoes keep grinning I'll be
My wheels keep spinning and women continue to show interest in me


Rollin in my six-fo' with everybody saying
I am driving in my lowrider car and everyone around me is talking about it




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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