Let Me Ride

Creepin down the back street on Deez

I got my glock cocked cuz ****** want these

Now soon as I said it, seems I got sweated

By some ***** witha tech 9 tryin to take mine

ya wanna make noise, make noise

I make a phone call my ****** comin like the Gotti boys

Bodies bein found on Greenleaf

With their ****** heads cut off, ************ I'm Dre

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

Rollin in my 4 with 16 switches

And got sounds for the *******, clockin all the riches

Got the hollow points for the snitches

So would you just walk on by, cuz I'm too hard to lift

And no this ain't Aerosmith

It's the ************ D-R-E, from the C-P-T

on a rhymin spree, a straight G

Hop back as I pop my top ya trip

I let the hollow points commence to POP POP POP

Yeah, cuz if it don't stop

I have to put my **** in reverse, go back and take another stop

Cause I'm (Rollin in my six-fo)

With all the ****** sayin

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Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride

Hell Yeah

Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride

With all the ****** sayin

Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride

Hell yeah

Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride

Just another ************ 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 ****, that makes the gang of snaps, uhh

Word to the ************ streets

And word to these hyped ass lyrics and **** beats that I

Hit ya with that I, get ya with

as I groove in my four on deez, hittin the switches

******* relax while I get my proper swerve on

Bumpin like a ************ ready to get my swerve on

But before I hit the **** spot

I gotta get the chronic, the Remy Martin and my soda pop

Now I'm smellin like indo-nesia

Bus stop full of fly ******* and skeezers

On my ****, cause my four on hit

Pancake front and back, side to side, and all that ****

So when I crawl I comes correct

Now, if your ***** in my ****, it's your ***** you check *****

Now let the Chevrolet slide

As I dip a ***** trip to the south side, yeah

(Rollin in my six-fo) With all the ******* sayin

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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 ****** they will do

Jack moves, black fools cause I smack fools

Try to set me up for a two-eleven

**** around and get caught up in a one-eight-seven

But I don't represent no gangbang

Some ****** like lynchin but I just watch them hang

So on and so on, why don't you let me roll on

I remember back in the dayz 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 ************ day, yo

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

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