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letra de let me ride - dr dre


“let me ride”

[verse one:]

creepin’ down the back street on deez
i got my glock c-cked cuz n-gg-z want these
now soon as i said it, seems i got sweated
by some n-gg- with a tech 9 tryin’ to take mine
ya wanna make noise, make noise
i make a phone call my n-gg-z comin’ like the gotti boys
bodies bein’ found on greenleaf
with their f-ckin heads cut off, motherf-cker 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 b-tches, 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 motherf-ckin 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, cuz if it don’t stop
i have to put my sh-t in reverse go back and take anothers stop
cause i’m (rollin in my six-fo’)
with all the n-gg-z sayin


swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
h-ll yeah
swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
with all the n-gg-z sayin
swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
h-ll yeah
swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride

[verse two:]

just another motherf-ckin 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 sh-t, that makes the gang of snaps, uhh
word to the motherf-ckin streets
and word to these hyped -ss lyrics and dope beats, that i
hit ya with that i, get ya with
as i groove in my four on deez, hittin the switches
b-tches relax while i get my proper swerve on
b-mpin like a motherf-cker 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
bus stop full of fly b-tches and skeezers
on my d-ck, cause my four on hit
pancake front and back, side to side and all that sh-t
so when i crawl i comes correct
now, if your b-tch in my sh-t, it’s your b-tch you check n-gg-
now let the chevrolet slide
as i dip a n-gg- trip to the south side, yeah
(rollin in my six-fo’) with all the b-tches sayin


[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 n-gg-z they will do
jack moves, black fools cause i smack fools
try to set me up for a two-eleven
f-ck around and get caught up in a one-eight-seven
but i don’t represent no g-ngb-ng
some n-gg-z 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 n-body 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 motherf-ckin 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

[chorus: to end]