Dr. Dre - Let Me Ride (Extra clean radio edit) lyrics

b*atch! Eeeeh whappn no baby You look good ina ya car eeh Longtime mi watch ya mi whaa chat to ya And ya a gwaan like ya nuh wha chat to me So whappn Dre tell me whe di f** a gwaan nuh! Creepin' down the back street on D's I got my Glock clocked 'cause n***as want these Now soon as I said it, seems I got sweated By some n***a with a tech 9 tryin' to take mine You wanna make noise, make noise I make a phone call my n***as comin' like the Gotti boys Bodies bein' found on Greenleaf With their f**in' heads cut off, muthaf**er I'm Dre So listen to the play-by-play, day-by-day Rollin' in my 4 with 16 switches & got sounds for the b**hes, 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 muthaf**in' D R E from the C P T On a rhymin' spree, a straight G Hop back as I pop my top your trip I let the hollow points commence to pop pop pop Yeah 'cause if it don't stop I have to put my sh** in reverse, go back & take another stop 'Cause I'm rollin' in my 6 4 With all the n***as sayin' Swing down, sweet chariot, stop, and let me ride Hell yeah Swing down, sweet chariot, stop, and let me ride Hell yeah Swing down, sweet chariot, stop, and let me ride Hell yeah Swing down, sweet chariot, stop, and let me ride Hell yeah Just another mothaf**in' day for Dre so I begin like this No medallions, dreadlocks, or black fists it's just That gangsta glare, with gangsta raps That gangsta sh**, that makes the gang of snaps, uh Word to the muthaf**in' streets And word to these hyped a** lyrics & dope beats that I Hit ya with, that I get ya with As I groove in my 4 on D's hittin' the switches b**hes relax while I get my proper swerve on Bumpin' like a muh'f**er ready to get my swerve on But before I hit the dope spot I gotta get The Chronic, the Remi Martin & my soda pop Now I'm smellin' like indo-nesia Bus stop full of fly b**hes & skeezers On my dick 'cause my 4 on hit Pancake front & back, side to side & all that sh** So when I crawl I comes correct Now, if your b**h in my sh**, it's your b**h you check n***a Now let the Chevrolet slide As I dip a n***a trip to the south side, yeah Rollin' in my 6'4 With all the b**hes sayin' Swing down, sweet chariot, stop, and let me ride Hell yeah Swing down, sweet chariot, stop, and let me ride With all the mothaf**in' b**hes sayin' Swing down, sweet chariot, stop, and let me ride You 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 flossin' Checkin' my rearview 'cause n***as they will do Jack moves, black fools cause I smack fools Try to set me up for a 211 f** around & get caught up in a 187 But I don't represent no g**n Some n***as like lynchin' but I just watch them hang So on & 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 windows when they hear me beatin' up the streets "Is it Dre? Is it Dre?" That's what they say, every single muthaf**in' day, yo But I ain't trippin I'm just kickin' it While my D's keep spinnin' & these hoes keep grinnin' I'll be Rollin in my 6'4 With everybody sayin' 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 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