Let Me Ride
Snoop Dog & Dr. Dre Lyrics

Biatch
Hey there

Eeh? W'appen nuh, baby?
What's up, baby?

You look good inna yuh car, eeh?
You look good in your car, don't you?

Longtime me ah watch you and me wan' chat to you
I've been watching you for a while now and I want to talk to you

And you gwan like you nuh wan' chat to me
But you act like you don't want to talk to me

So w'appen Dre? Tell me wah di fuck ah gwan nuh
So, Dre, what's going on?

Creepin' down the back street on D's
Driving slowly down the back street with D's on the car

I got my Glock cocked 'cause niggas want these
I have my gun ready because some people want to steal from me

No soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
As soon as I said that, it seems like someone started following me

By some nigga with a TEC-9, tryin' to take mine
By a guy with a TEC-9 gun, trying to steal from me

You wanna make noise? Make noise
You want to cause trouble? Go ahead and do it

I make a phone call, my niggas comin' like the Gotti boys
I will make a phone call and my friends will come like the Gotti boys

Bodies bein' found on Greenleaf
Dead bodies have been found on Greenleaf street

With their fuckin' heads cut off, motherfucker, I'm Dre
These bodies have had their heads cut off, I am Dre

So listen to the play-by-play, day-by-day
Listen to what happens every day

Rollin' in my four with sixteen switches
Driving in my lowrider with sixteen switches

And got sounds for the bitches
And I have music for the ladies

Clockin' all the riches, got the hollow points for the snitches
Making money and have guns ready for anyone who betrays me

So won't you just walk on by? 'Cause I'm too hard to lift
So why don't you just walk away? Because I'm too tough

And no, this ain't Aerosmith
No, this is not Aerosmith

It's the motherfuckin' D-R-E from the C-P-T
It's Dr. Dre from Compton

On a robbin' spree, a straight G
Robbing people, I am a true gangster

Hop back, as I pop my top, you trip
As I step back and open my car's roof, you're surprised

I let the hollow points commence to pop, pop, pop
I fire my guns

Yeah, 'cause if it don't stop
Yes, because if they keep bothering me

I'll have to put my shit in reverse, go back and take another spot
I'll have to back up my car and go somewhere else

'Cause I'm Rollin' in my six-four
Because I am driving in my '64 lowrider

What all the niggas sayin'?
What are all the guys saying?

Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride (hell yeah)
Come down, sweet chariot, stop and ride with me (hell yeah)

Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride (what all the niggas sayin'?)
Come down, sweet chariot, stop and ride with me (what are all the guys saying?)

Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride
Come down, sweet chariot, stop and ride with me

Just another motherfuckin' day for Dre, so I'll begin like this
Just another day for me, so let me start like this

No medallions, dreadlocks or black fists
No jewelry, no dreadlocks or black power fists

It's just that gangsta glare with gangsta raps
It's just my look and my gangsta lyrics

That gangsta shit makes a gangs of snaps, uh
That gangsta shit is very popular

Word to the motherfuckin' streets
The streets know what I'm talking about

And word to these hyped-ass lyrics and dope beats
And my rhymes and beats are really good

That I hit you with, that I get you with
That I hit you with, that I get you to like

As I groove in my four on D's, hittin' the switches
As I drive in my lowrider, hitting the switches

Bitches, relax, while I get my proper swerve on
Ladies, relax while I drive in my cool style

Bumpin' like a muhfucker, ready to get my serve on
Playing loud music and I'm ready to party

But before I hit the dope spot
But before I go to the drug spot

Gotta get the chronic, the Rémy Martin and my soda pop
I need to get some weed, Rémy Martin liquor and my soda pop

Now I'm smellin' like Indonesia
Now I smell like Indonesian weed

Bus stop full of fly bitches and skeezers
Bus stop full of hot ladies and prostitutes

On my dick 'cause my four on hit
They like me because of my lowrider

Pancake, front and back, side to side, and all that shit
My car is bouncing and wobbling in every direction

So when I crawl, I comes correct
I drive slowly and properly

Now if your bitch in my shit, it's your bitch you check, nigga
If your lady is with me, you better check her, man

Now let the Chevrolet slide
Let the Chevrolet car move smoothly

As I dip and make a trip to the South side, yeah
As I move and go to the South side

What all the bitches sayin'?
What are all the ladies saying?

Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride (what all the motherfuckin' bitches sayin'?)
Come down, sweet chariot, stop and ride with me (what are all the ladies saying?)

Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride (know what I'm sayin'?)
Come down, sweet chariot, stop and ride with me (you know what I mean?)

Check this out
Listen to this

The sun went down when I hit Slauson
It was already dark when I reached Slauson street

On my way to the strip, now I'm just flossin'
Going to the main street to show off my car

Checkin' my rearview 'cause niggas they will do
Checking my rearview mirror because people might try to rob me

Jack moves, black fools 'cause I smack fools
Robbery attempts by foolish people, who I would hit if they tried

Tryna set me up for a 211
Trying to stage a robbery against me

Fuck around and get caught up in a 187
Mess around and get involved in a murder

But I don't represent no gang bang
But I am not involved in gang violence

Some niggas like lynchin' but I just watch 'em hang
Some people like to harm others, but I just watch them suffer

So on and so on, why don't you let me roll on?
So on and so on, why don't you let me continue driving?

I remember back in the days when I used to have to get my stroll on
I remember when I used to walk around a lot

Didn't nobody wanna speak
Nobody wanted to talk to me

Now everybody peepin' out they window
Now everybody is looking out their window

When they hear me beatin' up the street
When they hear me playing loud music and driving on the street

Is it Dre? Is it Dre?
Is that Dre? Is that Dre?

That's what they say every single motherfuckin' day
That's what they say every day

Yo, but I ain't trippin', I'm just kickin' it
But I'm not bothered by it, I'm just relaxing

While my D's keep spinnin' and these hoes keep grinnin' I'll be
While my wheels keep spinning and ladies keep smiling at me, I'll be

What everybody sayin'?
What is everybody saying?

Swing down (swing down), sweet chariot, stop (I wanna ride)
Come down, sweet chariot, stop and ride with me

And let me ride (hell yeah)
And ride with me (heck yeah)

And let me ride (what everybody sayin'?)
And ride with me (what is everybody saying?)

And let me ride
And ride with me