Let Me Ride
Snoop Doggy Dogg ft. Dr. Dre 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 by Snoop Dogg and Dr. Dre is a classic gangsta rap track that explores the themes of violence, gang activity, and drug use in South Central Los Angeles. The lyrics paint a vivid picture of the harsh realities of life on the streets and the constant danger that those who live there must face. The opening verse describes an encounter with a man attempting to take Dre's possessions at gunpoint, and the ensuing violence that results from Dre's retaliation. The chorus, which samples the gospel hymn Swing Low, Sweet Chariot, is a plea for a higher power to intervene and bring an end to the violence and suffering.
The second verse continues the theme of gang activity and drug use, with Dre describing his typical routine before hitting the streets. He must always be on guard for potential threats and constantly aware of his surroundings, as danger can lurk around every corner. Yet despite the constant danger, Dre remains defiant, refusing to be intimidated by those who would seek to harm him. The final verse is perhaps the most introspective, as Dre reflects on his rise to fame and the impact that his music has had on the world. He acknowledges the many dangers and obstacles he faced along the way, but also celebrates his success and the power of his art to inspire and uplift.
Overall, Let Me Ride is a powerful and poignant exploration of life in the inner city and the struggles that those who live there must face. The lyrics are raw and unapologetic, yet they also contain a glimmer of hope and a sense of determination that is both inspiring and uplifting.
Line by Line Meaning
Creepin' down the back street on these
I'm driving slowly through the back streets
I got my glock cocked 'cause niggas want these
I'm armed and ready because some people want to steal from me
Now soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
Just as I mentioned being armed, someone tried to rob me
By some nigga with a tech 9 tryin' to take mine
Someone with a Tech 9 gun is trying to steal my possessions
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 and they'll come to help me, like the Gotti brothers
Bodies bein' found on Greenleaf
Dead bodies are being found on Greenleaf street
With their fucking heads cut off, motherfucker I'm Dre
I'm a dangerous person and people should be afraid of me
So listen to the play-by-play, day-by-day
Pay attention to all the details of what's happening
Rollin' in my '4 with 16 switches
I'm driving in my lowrider with customized hydraulics
And got sounds for the bitches, clockin' all the riches
I have a great stereo system for the ladies and I'm making lots of money
Got the hollow points for the snitches
I have ammunition to punish informants
So would you just walk on by, 'cause I'm too hard to lift
You should stay away from me, as I am too powerful to mess with
And no this ain't Aerosmith
This is not a rock song by Aerosmith
It's the motherfucking D-R-E, from the CPT
I'm Dr. Dre, from Compton
On a robbin' spree, a straight G
I'm committing robberies like a true gangster
Hop back as I pop my top ya trip
Step back as I show off my hydraulic system
I let the hollow points commence to POP POP POP
I start shooting my hollow-point bullets
Yeah, 'cause if it don't stop
I'll keep shooting until there is no more threat
I have to put my shit in reverse go back and take anothers stop
If I need to, I'll reverse and take another route to avoid danger
Cause I'm (Rollin in my six-fo')
I'm cruising in my 1964 Chevrolet Impala
With all the niggas saying
And everyone's talking about me
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
I want to keep cruising in my car, so stop bothering me
Hell yeah
That's right
Just another motherfucking day for Dre so I begin like this
This is just another day for me as I start my story
No medallions, dreadlocks, or black fists it's just
I don't need to show off with jewelry or political symbols, it's just me
That gangster glare, with gangster raps
I have a strong presence and rap about my gangster lifestyle
That gangster shit, that makes the gang of snaps,
My music empowers other gangsters to feel confident
Word to the motherfucking streets
My music is authentic and represents the streets
And word to these hyped ass lyrics and dope beats, that I
My music has great lyrics and beats that everyone loves
As I groove in my four on these, hitting the switches
I'm driving my lowrider through the streets, showing off my hydraulic system
Bitches relax while I get my proper swerve on
Women admire me as I show off in my car
Bumping like a motherfucker ready to get my serve on
My music is loud and I'm ready to party
But before I hit the dope spot
Before I go to the drug house
I gotta get the chronic, the Reme Martin and my soda pop
I need to buy marijuana, cognac, and soda to mix with it
Now I'm smelling like indo-nesia
I smell like a specific type of marijuana called Indonesia
Bus stop full of fly bitches and skeezers
There are lots of beautiful women waiting at the bus stop
On my dick, cause my four on hit
The women like me because of my car
Pancake front and back, side to side and all that shit
My car's hydraulics make it move up and down, left and right
So when I crawl I comes correct
When I drive my car, I do it with style
Now, if your bitch in my shit, it's your bitch you check nigga
If your girlfriend is interested in me, that's your problem to deal with
Now let the Chevrolet slide
I'll keep driving my car slowly
As I dip a nigga trip to the south side, yeah
I'm taking a ride down to the south side of town
With all the bitches sayin'
And all the women are talking about me
Know what I'm sayin'
Do you understand?
Check this out
Listen to what I have to say now
The sun went down when I hit Slausson
It became dark outside when I reached Slausson street
On my way to the strip, now I'm just flossing
I'm driving down to the strip and showing off my car
Checking my rear view, cause niggas they will do
I'm looking behind me because people could try to rob me
Jack moves, black fools cause I smack fools
I'm wary of potential robbers and I'll hit them if I need to
Try to set me up for a two-eleven
Someone might try to rob me
Fuck around and get caught up in a one-eight-seven
They could get killed in the process
But I don't represent no gangbang
I'm not a member of any gang
Some niggas like lynching but I just watch them hang
Some people enjoy violence, but I just observe it
So on, and so-on, why don't you let me roll on
I'll keep driving and minding my own business
I remember back in the days when I used to have to get my stroll on
I reminisce about when I used to walk down these streets
Didn't nobody wanna speak, now everybody
People didn't want to talk to me before, but now everyone
Peeping out they windows when they hear me beating up the streets
Watches me drive by while my loud music plays
Is it Dre? Is it Dre?
People are wondering who is driving by
That's what they say, every single motherfucking day, yo
People talk about me all the time
But I ain't tripping I'm just kicking it
I'm not bothered by the attention, I'm just chilling
While my D's keep spinning and these hoes keep grinning I'll be
As my car's wheels keep moving and women keep flirting with me
(Rollin in my six-fo') With everybody saying
Cruising in my car with everyone talking about me
Know what I'm sayin'
Do you understand?
Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
I want to keep cruising in my car, so stop bothering me
With everybody sayin'
Everyone is talking about me
Hell yeah
That's right
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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