Let Me Ride
Dr Dre feat. Snoop Doggy 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 lyrics of "Let Me Ride" by Dr. Dre feat. Snoop Doggy Dogg is a representation of their gangster lifestyle in Compton, California. The song talks about the challenges and threats they face every day, and how they solve these issues. In the first verse, Dre talks about being cautious and carrying a Glock because he knows someone might want to steal it from him. He also mentions his connections with people who would protect him by saying that his niggas would come like the Gotti boys. The second verse is where Dre talks about how he lives the gangster life, rolling in his '4 with 16 switches, having sounds for the bitches, and hollow points for the snitches. However, he reminds people that this isn't Aerosmith, and he's the motherfucking D-R-E.
The chorus of the song talks about Dre's desire to let everyone know that he isn't to be messed with by referencing the spiritual song "Swing Low, Sweet Chariot," which indicates that he has no plans of going to a peaceful afterlife any time soon. The third and final verse is Dre's reflection on his gangster lifestyle, how people are always talking about him, but he isn't worried, and he's just kicking it. He mentions how people used to ignore him, but now everyone is staring when he rolls by, indicating his emergence as a notorious figure in the streets. Overall, the lyrics of "Let Me Ride" embody the gangster lifestyle of Compton, which complements the upbeat and funky instrumental that the song is known for.
Line by Line Meaning
Creepin' down the back street on these
I'm driving slowly down a quiet street on this vehicle
I got my glock cocked 'cause niggas want these
I'm carrying a loaded handgun because some people might try to rob me
Now soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
As soon as I mentioned my gun, someone approached me
By some nigga with a tech 9 tryin' to take mine
Someone with a powerful firearm tried to steal from me
You want to make noise, make noise
If you want to cause trouble, go ahead
I make a phone call my niggas comin' like the Gotti boys
I can call my friends for backup if needed, who are as powerful as the Gotti crime family
Bodies bein' found on Greenleaf
People are getting killed on Greenleaf street
With their fucking heads cut off, motherfucker I'm Dre
The victims have been decapitated, and I'm Dre, a powerful figure who shouldn't be messed with
So listen to the play-by-play, day-by-day
Pay attention to what I'm doing, every day
Rollin' in my '4 with 16 switches
I'm driving my lowrider car that is customized with 16 specific functions
And got sounds for the bitches, clockin' all the riches
The car has a good sound system and I'm making a lot of money
Got the hollow points for the snitches
I have dangerous ammunition ready to use against people who might betray me
So would you just walk on by, 'cause I'm too hard to lift
Don't mess with me because I'm too powerful and you won't be able to take me down
And no this ain't Aerosmith
This is not a song by the rock band Aerosmith
It's the motherfucking D-R-E, from the CPT
This is a song by Dr. Dre, a famous rapper from Compton, California
On a robbin' spree, a straight G
I'm on a mission to rob people, and I'm a true gangster
Hop back as I pop my top ya trip
Step back or I will open fire and hurt you
I let the hollow points commence to POP POP POP
I'm using my dangerous ammunition to shoot at someone
Yeah, 'cause if it don't stop
I will continue to use my gun until the situation is under control
I have to put my shit in reverse go back and take anothers stop
I might need to retreat and find another way to reach my goal
(Rollin in my six-fo')
I'm driving my lowrider car
With all the niggas saying
People around me are expressing excitement and support
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
I want to stop and take a break on this sweet car ride
Hell yeah
Definitely!
Just another motherfucking day for Dre so I begin like this
This is just another typical day for me, so let me start my rap like this
No medallions, dreadlocks, or black fists it's just
I'm not showing off any fancy jewelry, hairstyles or militant symbols
That gangster glare, with gangster raps
I'm showing off my tough look and rapping about gangster life
That gangster shit, that makes the gang of snaps,
This type of gangster rap music is very popular and people love it
Word to the motherfucking streets
I'm sending a message to the streets and the people who live there
And word to these hyped ass lyrics and dope beats, that I
I'm giving a shout out to my own great lyrics and music
Hit ya with that I, get ya with
I'm hitting you with my great music and getting you excited
As I groove in my four on these, hitting the switches
I'm enjoying my ride and having fun pressing buttons to make my car do cool tricks
Bitches relax while I get my proper swerve on
Women around me should calm down and allow me to show off my cool driving skills
Bumping like a motherfucker ready to get my serve on
The music is playing loudly and I'm ready to party
But before I hit the dope spot
But before I go to buy drugs
I gotta get the chronic, the Reme Martin and my soda pop
I need to get marijuana, high-quality cognac, and soda for my mixed drink
Now I'm smelling like indo-nesia
Now my clothes and body have the smell of potent marijuana from Indonesia
Bus stop full of fly bitches and skeezers
There are many attractive women hanging out at the bus stop
On my dick, cause my four on hit
The women are attracted to my cool car
Pancake front and back, side to side and all that shit
My car is equipped with hydraulics so it can bounce and tilt in many different ways
So when I crawl I comes correct
When I'm driving slowly, I'm doing it well
Now, if your bitch in my shit, it's your bitch you check nigga
If someone's girlfriend is showing interest in me, it's their responsibility to deal with it, not mine
Now let the Chevrolet slide
Let the car roll smoothly without stopping
As I dip a nigga trip to the south side, yeah
As I'm driving on my way to a less safe neighborhood
Check this out
Listen to what I have to say
The sun went down when I hit Slausson
It became evening as I reached Slausson street
On my way to the strip, now I'm just flossing
I'm on my way to the area known for strip clubs, showing off my wealth and power
Checking my rear view, cause niggas they will do
I'm looking behind me because some people might try to rob me
Jack moves, black fools cause I smack fools
People might try to steal from me, but I will fight back and hit them
Try to set me up for a two-eleven
Someone might try to frame me for a robbery
Fuck around and get caught up in a one-eight-seven
They could easily get killed instead
But I don't represent no gangbang
I'm not part of any gang or gang activity
Some niggas like lynching but I just watch them hang
Some people like violent acts, but I'm not like them
So on, and so-on, why don't you let me roll on
So let me continue driving and doing my thing
I remember back in the days when I used to have to get my stroll on
I recall the times when I had to walk around instead of being able to drive a cool car
Didn't nobody wanna speak, now everybody
Nobody wanted to talk to me before, but now
Peeping out they windows when they hear me beating up the streets
People can't help but notice me as I drive by with loud music
Is it Dre? Is it Dre?
People are wondering if it's me driving around
That's what they say, every single motherfucking day, yo
This is what people say about me every day
But I ain't tripping I'm just kicking it
I'm not bothered by the attention and I'm just having a good time
While my D's keep spinning and these hoes keep grinning I'll be
While my car wheels keep spinning and women keep smiling at me, I will continue driving
(Rollin in my six-fo')
Driving around in my cool car
With everybody saying
With many people around me expressing excitement and admiration
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
Take a break and enjoy a sweet ride with me
Know what I'm sayin'
Do you understand what I'm saying?
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: CALVIN BROADUS, ERIC COLLINS, GEORGE CLINTON, BERNIE WORRELL, WILLIAM EARL COLLINS
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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If you're still listening to this in 2024 you earned legendary OG status ... congrats ...
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Unlocked.
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Is this an official document?
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Why thank you 😅
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