Let Me Ride
Dr Dre Snoop Dogg 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
The song "Let Me Ride" is composed and performed by Dr. Dre and Snoop Dogg. Released in 1993, the song is well-known for its portrayal of gangster life and represents the sound of the West Coast hip-hop. The lyrics describe Dre and his crew as they drive around Los Angeles, causing mayhem and gloating about their power and weapons. The refrain "Swing down, sweet chariot stop and let me ride" serves as a way of calling for a getaway vehicle in case things get sticky.
The song's opening lyrics tell of Dre's fear of a potential attack as he drives through the city with his weapon cocked and ready. As the verse progresses, he boasts about his know-how of gangster lifestyle and warns would-be enemies by calling on his crew to come to his aid in case things go south. The refrain is a deliberate choice: "Swing down, sweet chariot stop and let me ride" are the opening lyrics to a popular black spiritual hymn often used during funerals. While many African-American listeners may have found these lyrics to be evocative, the song departs from the religious connotations and turns them into a more secular and profane image.
The second verse of the song portrays the exploits of Dre as he travels through Los Angeles. Dre highlights his disregard for gang violence as he calls out for peace and asserts that he doesn't represent any particular gang. Adept at driving and flaunting his resources, he also boasts of his wealth, willing female companions, and access to drugs, culminating in a statement about his pimping prowess. Thus, the song establishes Dre as a hard-nosed criminal but balanced by his swagger and wit.
Line by Line Meaning
Creepin' down the back street on these
Quietly driving down a deserted street
I got my glock cocked 'cause niggas want these
Carrying a gun because of potential danger
Now soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
Immediately attracting unwanted attention
By some nigga with a tech 9 tryin' to take mine
Threatened by someone trying to steal his possessions
You want to make noise, make noise
If someone wants to start trouble, they should go ahead
I make a phone call my niggas comin' like the Gotti boys
Calling for backup from friends who are as tough as the Gotti family
Bodies bein' found on Greenleaf
People are being killed in the area
With their fucking heads cut off, motherfucker I'm Dre
Describing the gruesome aftermath of the killings and asserting his identity
So listen to the play-by-play, day-by-day
Staying alert to the ongoing danger in his surroundings
Rollin' in my '4 with 16 switches
Driving a lowrider with hydraulics and many customizable options
And got sounds for the bitches, clockin' all the riches
Attracting women and acquiring wealth
Got the hollow points for the snitches
Being prepared to harm those who would betray him
So would you just walk on by, 'cause I'm too hard to lift
Warning others not to mess with him because he's too formidable
And no this ain't Aerosmith
Clarifying that this is not a song by the rock band Aerosmith
It's the motherfucking D-R-E, from the CPT
Proudly announcing his stage name and hometown
On a robbin' spree, a straight G
Engaging in criminal activity as a true gangster
Hop back as I pop my top ya trip
Warning someone to back off before he gets hurt
I let the hollow points commence to POP POP POP
Using his ammunition to defend himself
Yeah, 'cause if it don't stop
Continuing to use force if necessary
I have to put my shit in reverse go back and take anothers stop
Turning around and revisiting the area to make sure everything is safe
'Cause I'm (Rollin in my six-fo')
Describing his mode of transportation
With all the niggas saying
Being recognized and acknowledged by his peers
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
Invoking an old spiritual as a plea for help or rescue
Hell yeah
Expressing agreement or enthusiasm
Just another motherfucking day for Dre so I begin like this
Starting another day as a gangster
No medallions, dreadlocks, or black fists it's just
Stating that he does not need flashy accessories to be a gangster
That gangster glare, with gangster raps
Conveying his persona and style
That gangster shit, that makes the gang of snaps,
Describing the kind of music that gets people excited
Word to the motherfucking streets
Acknowledging the street culture and lifestyle
And word to these hyped ass lyrics and dope beats, that I
Giving credit to himself for his skillful rap lyrics and great beats
Hit ya with that I, get ya with
Intending to make an impact with his music
As I groove in my four on these, hitting the switches
Enjoying the vibe of the music while playing with the car's hydraulics
Bitches relax while I get my proper swerve on
Entertaining women while driving skillfully
Bumping like a motherfucker ready to get my serve on
Feeling energized and ready to party
But before I hit the dope spot
Before going to buy drugs
I gotta get the chronic, the Reme Martin and my soda pop
Collecting his necessary supplies for the occasion
Now I'm smelling like indo-nesia
Smelling strongly of high-quality marijuana
Bus stop full of fly bitches and skeezers
Seeing attractive women while waiting for the bus
On my dick, cause my four on hit
Women being attracted to him because of his car
Pancake front and back, side to side and all that shit
Liking the look of the car's movements and parts
So when I crawl I comes correct
Knowing how to use his lowrider to impress others
Now, if your bitch in my shit, it's your bitch you check nigga
Telling others to control their women around him
Now let the Chevrolet slide
Referring to the car's smooth movements
As I dip a nigga trip to the south side, yeah
Heading towards a dangerous area
Check this out
Drawing attention to something important or interesting
The sun went down when I hit Slausson
Arriving at a place when it was already dark
On my way to the strip, now I'm just flossing
Driving to a popular area while trying to look good
Checking my rear view, cause niggas they will do
Being cautious because of potential danger
Jack moves, black fools cause I smack fools
Being ready to fight back against those who try to rob him
Try to set me up for a two-eleven
Attempting to be robbed or attacked
Fuck around and get caught up in a one-eight-seven
Being killed because of escalated violence
But I don't represent no gangbang
Not being a member of any gang
Some niggas like lynching but I just watch them hang
Not participating in the extreme violence and brutality of some people
So on, and so-on, why don't you let me roll on
Continuing with his journey while ignoring any conflict
I remember back in the days when I used to have to get my stroll on
Recalling a time when he had to walk instead of drive
Didn't nobody wanna speak, now everybody
Being ignored in the past, but now being recognized and appreciated
Peeping out they windows when they hear me beating up the streets
Attracting attention with his music and car
Is it Dre? Is it Dre?
Being recognized by people who wonder if it's really him
That's what they say, every single motherfucking day, yo
Being a recognizable and successful musician
But I ain't tripping I'm just kicking it
Not being bothered by his fame
While my D's keep spinning and these hoes keep grinning I'll be
Continuing to enjoy the attention and excitement
With everybody saying
Being admired and celebrated by many others
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
Invoking an old spiritual as a plea for help or rescue
With everybody sayin'
Being recognized by many others
Know what I'm sayin'
Asking if others understand and agree with him
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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