Song: Let Me Ride ~~ 1992 ~~ 4:19
Artist: Dr. Dré
LP/CD: The Chronic ~~ Priority/Interscope ~~ 1992
Composers: RBX~Dr. Dré~George Clinton~Bernie Worrell

Creepin’ down the back street on Dees
I got my glock cocked ‘cause n****s want these
Now soon as I said it, seems I got sweated
By some n**** wit’ a Tech 9 tryin’ to take mine
You wanna make noise, make noise
I make a phone call, my n****s comin’ like the Gotti Boys
Bodies bein’ found on Greenleaf
With their f***in’ heads cut off, motherf***er I’m Dré
So listen to the play-by-play day by day
Rollin’ in my ‘4 with 16 switches
And got sounds for the b****es, coppin’ 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 motherf***in’ D-R-E, from the CPT
On a ryhmin’ 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’ll have to put my s*** in reverse
Go back and take another spot
‘Cause I’m {Rollin’ in my ‘64}
With all the n****s sayin’

Swing down to the cherry stop and let me ride (Hell, yeah)
Swing down to the cherry stop and let me ride (With all the n****s sayin’)
Swing down to the cherry stop and let me ride (Hell, yeah)
Swing down to the cherry stop and let me ride

Just another motherf***in’ day for Dré , so I begin like this
No medallions, dreadlocks or black fists
It’s just that gangster glare with gangster raps
That gangster s*** makes a gangs of snaps, uh
Word to the motherf***in’ streets
And word to these hyped a**lyrics and dope beats
That I hit you with, that I get you with
As I groove in my ‘4 on Dees
Hittin’ the switches
B****es relax while I get my proper swerve on
Bumpin’ like a motherf***er ready to get my serve on
But before I hit the dope spot
I gotta get the chronic, the Remy Martin and my soda pop
Now I’m smellin’ like Indonesia
Bus stop full of fly b****es and skeezers
On my d*** ‘cause my ‘4 on hit
Pancake front and back, side to side and all that s***
So when I crawl I comes correct
Now if your b**** in my s***, it’s your b**** you check, n****
Now let the Chevrolet slide
As I dip, a n**** trip to the South side, yeah {Rollin’ in my ‘64}
With all the n****s sayin’

Swing down to the cherry stop and let me ride (Hell, yeah)
Swing down to the cherry stop and let me ride (With all the motherf***in’ b****es sayin’)
Swing down to the cherry stop and let me ride (Know what I’m sayin’)
Swing down to the cherry stop and let me ride

Check this out
The sun went down when I hit Slauson
On my way to the strip, now I’m just flossin’
Checkin’ my rearview ‘cause n****s they will do
Jack moves, black fools ‘cause I smack fools
Try to set me up for a 2.11
F*** around and get caught up in a 1-8-7
But I don’t represent no gangbang
Some n****s like lynchin’, but I just watch ‘em 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 peepin’ out they window when they hear me beatin’ up the street
{Is it Dré, Is it Dré} That’s what they say every single motherf***in’ day
Yo’, but I ain’t trippin’, I’m just kickin’ it
While my Dees keep spinnin’ and these h**s keep grinnin’
I’ll be {Rollin’ in my ‘64}
With everybody sayin’

Swing down to the cherry stop and let me ride (Hell, yeah)
Swing down to the cherry stop and let me ride (With everybody sayin’)
Swing down to the cherry stop and let me ride (Hell, yeah)
Swing down to the cherry stop and let me ride

Swing down to the cherry stop and let me ride
Swing down to the cherry stop and let me ride
Swing down to the cherry stop and let me ride
Swing down to the cherry stop and let me ride

Transcribed by: Char Star
Uploaded on: July 12, 1999