Let Me Ride

written by Bernhard Worrell, Bootsy Collins, Clarence Satchell, Cordozar Broadus, Eric Collins, George Clinton, James Williams, Leroy Bonner, Marshall Jones, Marvin Pierce, Maurice Young, Ralph Middlebrooks, William Roberts, & Willie Beck

Creeping down the back street on deez,
I got my Glock cocked cause Niggaz want these,
Now soon as I said it seems I got sweated,
By some Nigga with a Tech-9 trying to take mine.

You wanna make noise?
Make noise and I make a phone call,
My Niggaz come running like the Gotti Boys,
Bodies being found on Greenleaf,
With their fucking heads cut off,
Motherfucker I'm Dre.

So listen to the play-by-play,
Day-by-day,
Rolling in my '4 with 16 switches,
And got sounds for the bitches,
I'm clocking 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 C-P-T,
On a ryhming 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 have to put my shit in reverse,
Go back and take anothers stop,
Cause I'm...
Rolling in my '64,
With all the Niggaz saying.

Swing down sweet chariot stop,
And let me ride,
Hell yeah,
Swing down sweet chariot stop,
And let me ride,
With all the Niggaz 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 you with,
As I groove in my '4 on deez,
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 '4 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,
Rolling in my '64,
With all the bitches saying.

Swing down sweet chariot stop,
And let me ride,
Hell yeah,
Swing down sweet chariot stop,
And let me ride,
With all the motherfucking bitches saying.

Swing down sweet chariot stop,
And let me ride,
Hell yeah,
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 rearview cause Niggaz they will do,
Jack moves Black fools cause I smack fools,
Try to set me up for a 211,
Fuck around and get caught up in a 187.

But I don't represent no gangbang,
Some Niggaz 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,
But I ain't tripping I'm just kicking it,
While my deez keep spinning,
And these Ho's keep grinning,
I'll be...
Rolling in my '64,
With everybody saying.

Swing down sweet chariot stop,
And let me ride,
Hell yeah,
Swing down sweet chariot stop,
And let me ride,
With all the everybody saying.

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 sweet chariot stop,
And let me ride.

Swing down sweet chariot stop,
And let me ride,
Swing down sweet chariot stop,
And let me ride.