Let Me Ride Song Lyrics
Let Me Ride by Doyle Lawson And Quicksilver Verse one: Creepin' 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 tryin' to take mine Ya wanna make noise, make noise Bodies bein' found on greenleaf I make a phone call my niggaz comin' like the gotti boys So listen to the play-by-play, day-by-day With their fuckin heads cut off, motherfucker i'm dre Rollin' in my '4 with 16 switches Got the hollow points for the snitches And got sounds for the bitches, clockin' all the riches And no this ain't aerosmith So would you just walk on by, 'cause i'm too hard to lift It's the motherfuckin d-r-e, from the cpt On a ryhmin' 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 niggaz sayin Chorus: Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride Hell yeah Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride With all the niggaz sayin Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride Hell yeah Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride Verse two: Just another motherfuckin day for dre so i begin like this That gangster glare, with gangster raps No medallions, dreadlocks, or black fists it's just Word to the motherfuckin streets That gangster shit, that makes the gang of snaps, uhh Hit ya with that i, get ya with And word to these hyped ass lyrics and dope beats, that i As i groove in my four on deez, 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 I gotta get the chronic, the reme martin and my soda pop Now i'm smellin like indo-nesia On my dick, cause my four on hit Pancake front and back, side to side and all that shit Bus stop full of fly bitches and skeezers 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 (chorus) Verse three: Check this out The sun went down when i hit slausson On my way to the strip, now i'm just flossin Checkin my rearview, cause niggaz 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 niggaz like lynchin but i just watch them hang I remember back in the dayz when i used to have to get my stroll on So on, and so-on, why don't you let me roll on Didn't nobody wanna speak; now everybody That's what they say, every single motherfuckin day, yo Peepin out they windows when they hear me beatin up the streets Is it dre? is it dre? But i ain't trippin i'm just kickin it While my deez keep spinnin and these hoes keep grinnin i'll be (rollin in my six-fo') with everybody sayin (chorus: to end)