15 Lei you ain't never heard down to the last roach by Eazy-E? Where it starts out with Dre saying "i still Express yo I don't smoke weed or sess" and then you hear "bitch!"
This is why Dre is so epic and monumental, this beat is so dope and complex that even though it sounds like it, people can tell that it is still different from the original. Love it!
I know this is gonna sound weird but this tune reminds me of my crystal meth days, back in ‘06 hitting the pook with our friend Rob. Don’t know where he is but hope he’s okay. God has delivered me from those days and I am grateful for all his mercy and compassion towards me. Glory to Jesus. ❤️🙏🏼💌
As the beat drops my rhymes gone pop Inside ya head like a kernel beef eternal Check the inferno flow so ya know Yosef got that major blow Drawin' minds like tokes of weed Ya on a natural high take to the sky so why lie? To ya self I'm bad for ya health check my wealth Feedin' nothing but wisdom into my brain cells Never will see the bars of jail cuz my skills sails Smoother than a midnight ocean slow coasting to rhymes overdosin' Suckas still posin' for a routine show ya head it's bound to be guillotine lean mean microphone machine None could intervene my pipe dreams and it seems Folks wanna see me downfall still standing tall Even if I fall wicked as Saul leave crouds in awe And all they saw was the rhymes that was raw turn em into babies soon to crawl
This Is My Favorite Hip-Hop Song - Long Beach County Thang 213 - Let Me Ride - Dr. Dre Feat Snoop Dogg & Jewell Caples [Produced By Dr. Dre] [Year: 1992] [Album: The Chronic]
Lighter in my hand, heat the substance Ridin in my van, beat bumpin Cruisin down the street higher than the man Up above I can hardly see Bob Marley's dreams it's one love But if stress were a drug Then I'd be high as fuck But I spit hardcore bars to excel Controversy sells Not as worried as Big L writing verses about hell Your mom preferres my sausage Like an author's knowledge Authenic product, I got it Making profit like I'm selling narcotics I'm like Flash, ima come out swinging faster than Ali on the press That you hop out on foot and dash quicker than Mobb Depp's success I suggest you show yo true emotions whenever you have to While you stay still like a statue I'm magnitude These lines are longer than latitude I stay with it and rhyme harder than half you dudes So when you hear me speaking, show some gratitude You might not still be breathing if you living with that attitude I'm lyrical from the thought Spiritual from the heart But you wont hear it though cause I'm not--- the "Reciprocal to Hip-hop" They wanna hear material similar to the 6 God Addicted poet so my stanzas are just laced up lines So effective cause nothing stronger than a made up mind
Where I'm from, people will slang them packs of bubble gum, and won't hesitate to pull out the pump, ever see a man take a dump, when he didn't want to, some streets you can't walk through, and some peeps you can't talk to, unless your from their town, and you have the same sound, some people will never bow down, whether their black white or brown, today might be my last day, but I pray that them gangster's don't come my way, but hey what can I say, we all gotta go some way
Creepin' down the back street on these I got my glock cocked 'cause niggas want these Now soon as I said it, seems I got sweated By some nigga with a tech 9 tryin' to take mine You want to make noise, make noise I make a phone call my niggas comin' like the Gotti boys Bodies bein' found on Greenleaf With their fucking heads cut off, motherfucker 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 bitches, 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 motherfucking D-R-E, from the CPT On a robbin' spree, a straight G Hop back as I pop my top ya trip I let the hollow points commence to POP POP POP Yeah, 'cause if it don't stop I have to put my shit in reverse go back and take anothers stop 'Cause I'm (Rollin in my six-fo') With all the niggas saying Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride Hell yeah Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride With all the niggas saying Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride Hell yeah Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride Just another motherfucking 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 shit, that makes the gang of snaps, Word to the motherfucking streets And word to these hyped ass lyrics and dope beats, that I Hit ya with that I, get ya with As I groove in my four on these, hitting the switches Bitches relax while I get my proper swerve on Bumping like a motherfucker 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 smelling like indo-nesia Bus stop full of fly bitches and skeezers On my dick, cause my four on hit Pancake front and back, side to side and all that shit So when I crawl I comes correct Now, if your bitch in my shit, it's your bitch you check nigga Now let the Chevrolet slide As I dip a nigga trip to the south side, yeah (Rollin in my six-fo') with all the bitches sayin' Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride Hell yeah Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride With all the motherfuckin' bitches sayin' Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride 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 flossing Checking my rear view, cause niggas they will do Jack moves, black fools cause I smack fools Try to set me up for a two-eleven Fuck around and get caught up in a one-eight-seven But I don't represent no gangbang Some niggas like lynching but I just watch them 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 Peeping out they windows when they hear me beating up the streets Is it Dre? Is it Dre? That's what they say, every single motherfucking day, yo But I ain't tripping I'm just kicking it While my D's keep spinning and these hoes keep grinning I'll be (Rollin in my six-fo') With everybody saying 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
You missed with the one bass line note by half tone and few other things here and there. Not really close but can work with vocals on top. More of a cover than instrumental
Did Daz have anything to do with this? It has to be one of the coldest beats in hip hop history… retrospectively… All Praise due to Dr Dre for this one…
Creeping down the back street on D's I got my Glock cocked, cause niggas want these No soon as I said it, seems I got sweated By some nigga with a TEC-9, trying to take mine You wanna make noise, make noise I make a phone call My niggas coming like the Gotti boys Bodies being found on Greenleaf With their fucking heads cut off Motherfucker, I'm Dre So listen to the play-by-play, day-by-day Rolling in my '4 with 16 switches And got sounds for the bitches Clocking 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 motherfucking D-R-E From the C-P-T On a rhyming 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 have to put my shit in reverse Go back and take another spot [Refrain: Snoop Dogg + Dr. Dre] Cause I'm rolling in my 6-4 With all the niggas saying [Hook: Jewell & Ruben Cruz + Dr. Dre] Swing down, sweet chariot, stop, and let me ride Hell yeah Swing down, sweet chariot, stop, and let me ride With all the niggas saying Swing down, sweet chariot, stop, and let me ride Hell yeah Swing down, sweet chariot, stop, and let me ride [Verse 2] Just another motherfucking 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 shit Makes a gangs of snaps (Uh, word to the motherfucking streets) And word to these hyped-ass lyrics and dope beats That I hit you with That I get you with As I groove in my '4 on D's Hitting the switches Bitches relax, while I get my proper swerve on Bumping like a motherfucker ready to get my serve on But before I hit the dope spot Gotta get the chronic The Remy Martin and my soda pop Now I'm smelling like indo-nesia Bus stop full of fly bitches and skeezers On my dick cause my '4 on hit Pancake, front and back, side to side, and all that shit So when I crawl, I comes correct Now, if your bitch in my shit, it's your bitch you check, nigga Now let the Chevrolet slide As I dip and make a trip to the south side Yeah
