Let Me Ride

Biatch!

Eh, wha' happen nuh baby

You look good inna ya car, eh

Long time mi watch ya and mi wah chat ya

And ya a gwaan like ya nuh wah chat to me

So wha' happen Dre? Tell 'em weh di fuck a gwaan nuh

Creepin' down the backstreet on D's

I got my Glock cocked 'cause niggas want these

No soon as I said it, seems I got sweated

By some nigga with a TEC-9 tryin' to take mine

You wanna make noise, make noise

I make a phone call, my niggas comin' like the Gotti boys

Bodies bein' found on Greenleaf

With their fuckin' heads cut off, motherfucker, I'm Dre

So listen to the play-by-play, day-by-day

Rollin' in my four with 16 switches

And got sounds for the bitches

Clockin' all the riches, got the hollow points for the snitches

So won't you just walk on by? 'Cause I'm too hard to lift

And no, this ain't Aerosmith

It's the motherfuckin' D-R-E from the CPT

On a rhymin' spree, a straight G

Hop back, as I pop my top, you trip

I let the hollow points commence to pop, pop, pop

Yeah, 'cause if it don't stop

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

'Cause I'm (rollin' in my six-four)

What all the niggas saying?

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

Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride (what 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 motherfuckin' day for Dre, so I'll begin like this

No medallions, dreadlocks or black fists

It's just that gangsta glare with gangsta raps

That gangsta shit makes a gangs of snaps, uh

Word to the motherfuckin' streets

And word to these hyped-ass lyrics and dope beats

That I hit you with, that I get you with

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

Bitches, relax, while I get my proper swerve on

Bumpin' like a motherfucker, ready to get my serve on

But before I hit the dope spot

Gotta get the chronic, the Rémy Martin and my soda pop

Now I'm smelling like Indonesia

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 and make a trip to the south side, yeah

(We're rollin' in my six-four)

What all the bitches saying?

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

Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride (what all the motherfucking bitches saying?)

Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride (know what I'm saying)

Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride

Check this out

The sun went down when I hit Slauson

On my way to the strip, now I'm just flossing

Checking my rearview 'cause niggas they will do

Jack moves, black fools 'cause I smack fools

Trying to set me up for a 2-11

Fuck around and get caught up in a 187

But I don't represent no gangbang

Some niggas like lynching, but I just watch 'em 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 peepin' out they window when they hear me beatin' up the street

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 (rolling in my six-four)

What everybody saying?

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

Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride (what everybodysaying?)

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

Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride

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

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

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

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