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Let Me Ride (Remix) – Dr. Dre

(feat. Snoop Doggy Dogg, Dat Nigga Daz, Jewell)
[Intro: Jewell]

Uh no, ride with me, ooh babe
Uh no, ride with me, oh yeah
So many people wanna ride with me
Bumpin thru the streets gettin high with me
And if you’re down to ride with me
Cuz you’re rollin with the Row

[Verse One: Dr. Dre, Snoop Doggy Dogg]

Creepin down the back street on Deez
I got my Glock cocked cuz niggas want these
Now soon as I said it
seems I got sweated
By some nigga with a Tek 9
tryin ta take mine
ya wanna make noise, make noise
I make a phone call my niggas comin like the Gotti boys
bodies bein found on Greenleaf
with their fuckin heads cut off
Motherfucker I’m Dre
so listen to the play-by-play
rollin in my ‘4 with sixteen 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
Cuz I’m too hard to lift
and no this ain’t Aerosmith
It’s the motherfuckin D-R-E
from the CPT
on a rhymin spree
a straight G
Hop back as I pop my top ya trip
I let the hollow points commence to
cuz if it don’t stop
I have to put my shit in reverse
go back and take another stop
cuz I’m

Rollin down the motherfuckin backstreets
wit my drink and my cup and my strap in my lap, see
Ain’t nothin but the G Funk, bumpin in my ????
Hell yeah

[Dre] With all the niggas sayin

[Chorus: Jewell]

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So many people wanna ride with me
Bumpin thru the streets gettin high with me (Hell yeah)
And if you’re down to ride with me
Cuz you’re rollin with the Row!
(with all the niggas sayin)
So many people wanna ride with me
Bumpin thru the streets gettin high with me (Hell yeah)
And if you’re down to ride with me
Cuz you’re rollin with the Row!

[Verse Two: Dre, Snoop]

Just another motherfuckin day for Dre
so I begin like this
No medallions, dreadlocks, or black fists
It’s just that gangster glare
with gangsta raps
that gangsta shit
makes a gang of snaps
Uhh, word to the motherfuckin 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 ‘4 on Deez
hittin the switches
bitches relax while I get my proper swerve on
bumpin like a motherfucker 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 indo-nesia
bus stop full of fly bitches and skeezers
Cuz 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 a nigga trip to the south side

Right back up in you it’s the D-R-E
Witta ounce as we bounce thru the CPT
Diamond in the back, gators on the wheels
This is strictly for my bitches, now we’re hittin in switches
Niggas gettin jealous cuz hos be on our dick
But Dre don’t give a fuck and I don’t give a shit
So the ‘4 won’t blow
stoppin by the spot to get some indo

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[Dre] With all the motherfuckin bitches sayin

[Chorus: Jewell]

So many people wanna ride with me
Bumpin thru the streets gettin high with me (Hell yeah)
And if you’re down to ride with me
Cuz you’re rollin with the Row!
(with all the motherfuckin bitches sayin)
So many people wanna ride with me (check this out)
Bumpin thru the streets gettin high with me ( No hell yeah!)
And if you’re down to ride with me
Cuz you’re rollin with the Row!

[Verse Three: Dat Nigga Daz]

It’s like Long Beach, Compton, LA and Wotts
I come thru beatin down your block wit a million-plus watts
I burn double peelout, check it out, it’s me now
it’s young Daz from the pad, homie, watch me skee’d out
I’m on a mission to mission with tha time for the streets
Me and my homeboys clownin we be bouncin to the beat
I come thru rattlin and shakin plus I break down walls
Me and my doggs ain’t breakin no law
Put the ???? in the verse, took a sip for the thirst
Swervin by the curb while blazin the ‘erb, nickel bird
She got my sounds, the way I floss throughout the town
Me and my partners from the Row, partners from the Pound
Big Style, Joe Coomey and Snoop, Nate and Kurupt
Tray Deee, Technique, BadAss and Doggystyle
Put it work, day and night, night and day, but any day (hell yeah)
you come around the way you won’t live the next day
Check it out!

[Chorus: Jewell]

So many people wanna ride with me (with everybody sayin)
Bumpin thru the streets gettin high with me
And if you’re down to ride with me (hell yeah)
Cuz you’re rollin with the Row!
So many people wanna ride with me (Yeah)
And if you’re down to ride with me
Cuz you’re rollin with the Row! (you wanna ride?)

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[Outro: Dre, (Daz)]

I said swing down sweet chariot stop and, (what? what?) let me ride
(Cuz you’re rollin with the Row!)
Swing down (word) sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
Swing down sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
Swing down sweet chariot stop and, let me ride
Yeah ha ha
Yeah (check it out), you wanna ride with me
Uh, wit everybody sayin
(Wit all my niggas with the humps and the bumps in the truck)
(They keep on fuckin with niggas rollin down) Uh (What you want?)
KnowI’msayin? (Come on let me ride, come on nigga let me ride)
Uh uh, (Feelin good like ya should) ass
(Homie what you’re doin) Grass
(When you’re up to no good) A gas
(doin what you’re feelin, let me ride) Nobody rides free
(let me ride) Hell yeah
(Doin what you’re feelin, ya cold chillin)
(Doin what you want, top billin)
(Motherfucker) KnowhutI’msayin? (let’cha ride) huh huh huh huh
(I let’cha ride) yeah, you wanna ride?

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California Love – Dr. Dre

California love!

[1]-California…knows how to party
California…knows how to party
In the citaaay of L.A.
In the citaaay of good ol’ Watts
In the citaaay, the city of Compton
We keep it rockin! We keep it rockin!

[Verse One: Dr. Dre]

Now let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west
A state that’s untouchable like Elliot Ness
The track hits ya eardrum like a slug to ya chest
Pack a vest for your Jimmy in the city of sex
We in that sunshine state with a bomb ass hemp beat
the state where ya never find a dance floor empty
And pimps be on a mission for them greens
lean mean money-makin-machines servin fiends
I been in the game for ten years makin rap tunes
ever since honeys was wearin sassoon
Now it’s ’95 and they clock me and watch me
Diamonds shinin lookin like I robbed Liberace
It’s all good, from Diego to tha Bay
Your city is tha bomb if your city makin pay
Throw up a finger if ya feel the same way
Dre puttin it down for
[repeat 1]

[2]-Shake it shake it baby
Shake it shake it baby
Shake it shake it mama
Shake it Cali
Shake it shake it baby
Shake it shake it shake it shake it…

[Verse Two: 2Pac]

Out on bail fresh outta jail, California dreamin
Soon as I stepped on the scene, I’m hearin hoochies screamin
Fiendin for money and alcohol
the life of a west side playa where cowards die
Only in Cali where we riot not rally to live and die
In L.A. we wearin Chucks not Ballies (that’s right)
Dressed in Locs and khaki suits and ride is what we do
Flossin but have caution we collide with other crews
Famous cause we program worldwide
Let’em recognize from Long Beach to Rosecrands
Bumpin and grindin like a slow jam, it’s west side
So you know the row won’t bow down to no man
Say what you say
But give me that bomb beat from Dre
Let me serenade the streets of L.A.
From Oakland to Sacktown
The Bay Area and back down
Cali is where they put they mack down
Give me love!
[rpt 1]

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[dre] now make it shake…

[rpt 2]

[Outro: Dre, 2Pac]

uh, yeah, uh, longbeach in tha house, uh yeah
Oaktown, Oakland definately in tha house hahaha
Frisko, Frisko
[Tupac] hey, you know LA is up in this
Pasadina, where you at
yeah, Ingelwood, Ingelwood always up to no good
[Tupac] even Hollywood tryin to get a piece baby
Sacramento, sacramento where ya at? yeah

Throw it up y’all, throw it up, Throw it up
Let’s show these fools how we do this on that west side
Cause you and I know it’s tha best side

yeah, That’s riight
west coast, west coast
uh, California Love
California Love

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The Next Episode – Dr. Dre

(feat. Nate Dogg, Snoop Dogg)
[Snoop Dogg]
It’s the motherfuckin D-O-double-G (SNOOP DOGG!)
You know I’m mobbin with the D.R.E.
You know who’s back up in this MOTHERFUCKER!)
What what what what?
(So blaze the weed up then!)
Blaze it up, blaze it up!
(Just blaze that shit up nigga, yeah, ‘sup Snoop??)

Top Dogg, bite me all, nigga burn the shit up
D-P-G-C my nigga turn that shit up
C-P-T, L-B-C, yeah we hookin back up
And when they bang this in the club baby you got to get up
Thug niggaz drug dealers yeah they givin it up
Lowlife, yo’ life, boy we livin it up
Takin chances while we dancin in the party fo’ sho’
Slip my hoe a forty-fo’ and she got in the back do’
Bitches lookin at me strange but you know I don’t care
Step up in this motherfucker just a-swangin my hair
Bitch quit talkin, quick walk if you down with the set
Take a bullet with some dick and take this dope from this jet
Out of town, put it down for the Father of Rap
And if yo’ ass get cracked, bitch shut yo’ trap
Come back, get back, that’s the part of success
If you believe in the X you’ll be relievin your stress

[Snoop] La-da-da-da-dahh
[Dre] It’s the motherfuckin D.R.E. (Dr. Dre MOTHERFUCKER!)
[Snoop] La-da-da-da-dahhh
[Dre] You know I’m mobbin with the D-O-double-G

[Dr. Dre]
Straight off the fuckin streets of C-P-T
King of the beats you ride to em in your Fleet (Fleetwood)
or Coupe DeVille rollin on dubs
How you feelin whoopty=whoop nigga whut?
Dre and Snoop chronic’ed out in the ‘llac
with Doc in the back, sippin on ‘gnac (yeah)
Clip in the strap, dippin through hoods (what hoods?)
Compton, Long Beach, Inglewood!
South Central out to the Westside (wessyde)
It’s California Love, this California bud got a nigga gang of pub
I’m on one, I might bail up in the Century Club
with my jeans on, and my team strong
Get my drink on, and my smoke on
Then go home with, somethin to poke on (whassup bitch?)
Loc it’s on for the two-triple-oh
Comin real, it’s the next episode…

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[Nate Dogg]
Hold up, heyyyyyyyy
for my niggaz who be thinkin we soft
We don’t, playyyyyyy
We gon’ rock it til the wheels fall off
Hold up, heyyyyyyyy
for my niggaz who be actin too bold
Take a, seeaaaaaat
Hope you ready for the next episode
…. smoke weed everday!

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Ackrite – Dr. Dre

(feat. Hittman)
It’s fuckin ackrite
Question is – can I get some? Knahmsayin?
Ackrite bitch
When I see you in the spot, you just ackrite, youknahmsayin?
When I yank you by the fuckin perm
don’t be lookin at a nigga crazy
Just get with the digits and be the fuck out, youknahmsayin?
Let me break it down for y’all

It was just one of those days
when I wanted to catch sunrays
Fun to get blunted on a Sunday, afternoon
Nigga ? got room, grab the gat for misbehavors
and the chocolate faded boom, flossin hip-hop tunes
Zoom-zoom like the Commodores
Wonder will we have drama or, end up clownin whores
Around the full good-to-go girls
like them ?? girls, ridin shotgun, baby
I be postin all-world in the ride
Sippin 151 that gave me too much pride to back down
Soon as we get to the beach I’ma put my fuckin mack down
I’m playin lead, not the background
It’s time to put Bronson on the map now
Walk with my hand on my Johnson, crack a smile
Cuties peep my style, if I don’t get some ackrite
I’ma have to ack-wild

[Chorus: sung by Hittman]

Blunt in my left hand, drink in my right
Strap by my waistline, cause niggaz don’t fight
Sucker free for life, so you better think twice
(Aight? And a give a nig’ some ackrite)
I’m the type of nigga playa haters don’t like
Snatchin up your honey for some late night hype
And snobby-ass bitches get slapped out of spite
(Aight? So give a nig’ some ackrite, right)

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Uhhhhh.. drink kickin in, I’m stimulated
For those that don’t know big words, I’M FUCKIN FADED
Eighty-three degrees, ease to a shaded spot
Our first spot was cool til some gangsters made it hot
Now we plot and pose
plus we watchin hoes, with lots of flesh exposed
gettin swarmed by those type of niggaz
with no game but brown-nose
So I impose only like pros can
“Yo, is this your man?” “No.”
Grab the bitch’s hand, “I’m Hittman.”
Bling! Gold chain gleam
“You’re very eligible for my summer league team.”
Maybe too extreme cause the sister got steamed
Then Miss Thing tried to scream on my brethern
I got mad spit flame on the name
Stefan, tattooed on her arm
Hoe you ain’t the bomb, must be a dyke
witcho’ lips swoll, and give a nig’ some ackrite

[Chorus (minus the word “Aight” both times)]

Frontin on the ack-rite, causin me to act up
Good Samaritan save that hoe from gettin slapped up
My homies crack up at the scene I made
Yo my actions ain’t serene when a nigga’s on fade
If it wasn’t for the one-time brigade
I woulda sprayed at the hooker tramp
As cops parade I’m afraid it’s time to break camp
Make tracks, where else can we go to take hoes
from fake macks {*CAR HORN*} aiyyo, chase them girls
in that black Maxima, the passenger, almost fractured her
neckbone, lookin back at us
Plus, they on the dick cause the Caddy’s plush
They blush, I bumrush the hush, with the largest crush
Try to swing an ep tonight so I don’t have to keep in touch
Keep it on hush without the tip-in
Mackin interrupted by some niggaz set-trippin
Clip in the strap, I showed these niggaz how to act

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