Dr. Dre – Let Me Ride (Guitar)

Gm
Creepin' down the back street on D's

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I got my Glock cocked 'cause niggas want these

   Gm
No soon as I said it, seems I got sweated

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By some nigga with a TEC-9, tryin' to take mine

Gm
You wanna make noise? Make noise

         Cm                                    Dm
I make a phone call, my niggas comin' like the Gotti boys

Gm
Bodies bein' found on Greenleaf

                   Cm                   Dm
With their fuckin' heads cut off, motherfucker, I'm Dre

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

Cm                      Dm
Rollin' in my four with sixteen switches

Gm
And got sounds for the bitches

                 Cm                     Dm
Clockin' all the riches, got the hollow points for the snitches

Gm
So won't you just walk on by? 'Cause I'm too hard to

Cm                      Dm
lift And no, this ain't Aerosmith

          Gm
It's the motherfuckin' D-R-E from the C-P-T

Cm                   Dm
On a robbin' spree, a straight G

Gm
Hop back, as I pop my top, you trip

          Cm                        Dm
I let the hollow points commence to pop, pop, pop

Gm
Yeah, 'cause if it don't stop

                     Cm                 Dm
I'll have to put my shit in reverse, go back and take another spot

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Rollin' in my six-four

Gm                                  Cm     Dm
Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride (hell yeah)

Gm                                  Cm     Dm
Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride (what all the niggas sayin'?)

Gm                                  Cm     Dm
Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride (hell yeah)

Gm                                  Cm     Dm
Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride

                           Gm
Just another motherfuckin' day for Dre, so I'll begin like this

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No medallions, dreadlocks or black fists

Gm
It's just that gangsta glare with gangsta raps

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That gangsta shit makes a gangs of snaps, uh

Gm
Word to the motherfuckin' streets

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And word to these hyped-ass lyrics and dope beats

Gm
That I hit you with, that I get you with

     Cm                    Dm
As I groove in my four on D's, hittin' the switches

Gm
Bitches, relax, while I get my proper swerve on

     Cm                   Dm
Bumpin' like a muhfucker, ready to get my serve on

Gm
But before I hit the dope spot

      Cm                                   Dm
Gotta get the chronic, the Rémy Martin and my soda pop

Gm
Now I'm smellin' like Indonesia

 Cm                         Dm
Bus stop full of fly bitches and skeezers

Gm                         
On my dick 'cause my four on hit

     Cm                         Dm
Pancake, front and back, side to side, and all that shit

Gm
So when I crawl, I comes correct

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Now if your bitch in my shit, it's your bitch you check, nigga

     Gm
Now let the Chevrolet slide

     Cm                         Dm
As I dip and make a trip to the South side, yeah

Gm                          Abdim7 Gdim7 Gbdim7
Rollin' in my six-four

Gm                                  Cm     Dm
Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride (hell yeah)

Gm                                  Cm     Dm
Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride (what all the niggas sayin'?)

Gm                                  Cm     Dm
Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride (hell yeah)

Gm                                  Cm     Dm
Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride

    Gm
The sun went down when I hit Slauson

      Cm                          D
On my way to the strip, now I'm just flossin'

Gm
Checkin' my rearview 'cause niggas they will do

     Cm                          Dm
Jack moves, black fools 'cause I smack fools

Gm
Tryna set me up for a 211

     Cm                         Dm
Fuck around and get caught up in a 187

Gm
But I don't represent no gang bang

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Some niggas like lynchin' but I just watch 'em hang

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

            Cm                                      Dm
I remember back in the days when I use to have to get my stroll on

Gm
Didn't nobody wanna speak

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Now everybody peepin' out they window.  When they hear me beatin' up the street

     Gm
Is it Dre? Is it Dre?

     Cm                            Dm
That's what they say every single motherfuckin' day

           Gm
Yo, but I ain't trippin', I'm just kickin' it

                  Cm                            Dm
While my D's keep spinnin' and these hoes keep grinnin' I'll be

Gm                            Abdim7 Gdim7 Gbdim7
Rollin' in my six-four

Gm                                  Cm     Dm
Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride (hell yeah)

Gm                                  Cm     Dm
Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride (what all the niggas sayin'?)

Gm                                  Cm     Dm
Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride (hell yeah)

Gm                                  Cm     Dm
Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride

Gm                                  Cm     Dm
Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride (hell yeah)

Gm                                  Cm     Dm
Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride (what all the niggas sayin'?)

Gm                                  Cm     Dm
Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride (hell yeah)

Gm                                  Cm     Dm
Swing down, sweet chariot, stop and let me ride