Let's Ride - The Game

Pull the rag off the six-fo'

Hit the switch, show niggas how the shit go

The Game is back, the Aftermath chain is gone

The Ds is chrome, the frame is black (So watch it lift up)

'Til the motherfucker bounce and break

And knock both of the screws out the licence plate

Let the games begin

These other rap niggas so far behind me could taste my rims

Shit, let the chronic burn as the Daytons spin

It ain’t been this much drama since I first heard Eminem

In the club, poppin' X pills like M&Ms

Call it Dre day, we celebratin', bitch bring a friend

Bottles on me, tell the waiter to order another round

And put that cheap-ass Hypnotic down (Put your ‘cris up!)

If you feel the same way

Who got 'em hittin' switches NY to LA

(If I could fit the whole hood in the club)

Hop in the low-rider, long as you got bitches in the back

(I turn it into a strip-club)

Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ass

(If I could fit the hole world in the club)

Tell the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this bitch

(Pop bottles and twist up)

Roll up chronic and hash

In a blunt, call it Aftermath

Somebody tell me where the drinks at, where the bitches at

You fuckin' on the first night, meet me in the back

I got a pound of chronic, and a gang of freaks

Move bitch!

Who the fuck you think they came to see?

The protégé of the D-R-E

Take a picture with him, then you gotta fuck me

And you gotta fuck Busta, can’t touch Eve

Got somethin' in my waist that you can’t touch either

That’s, my gangsta bitch, and like Crips and Bloods

I’m in the club on some gangsta shit (So nigga twist up)

Light another dub

Bitches get scared when niggas start fightin' in the club

Ain’t nothin' but a g-thing, baby it’s a g-thing

Bounce like you got hydraulics in your g-string

I fuck a different bitch seven days a week

Hit the switch, watch it bounce like a Scott Storch beat

(If I could fit the whole hood in the club)

Hop in the low-rider, long as you got bitches in the back

(I turn it into a strip-club)

Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ass

(If I could fit the hole world in the club)

Tell the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this bitch

(Pop bottles and twist up)

Roll up chronic and hash

In a blunt, call it Aftermath

Niggas thought I wasn’t coming back, look at me now

Hoppin' out the same Cherry six-fo'

With the motherfucking top down, I’m The Game, nigga

Call your bitch, she ain’t home, she with Game, nigga

Remember that, Dre you passed me the torch

I lit the chronic with it, now the world is my ashtray

Ridin' three-wheel motion ‘till the ass scrapes

Turn sunset into a motherfucking drag-race

Now watch it bounce

Hit the switch, let it bounce till the police shut the shit down

(When you hit the club)

Tell 'em you came with me (We gonna twist up)

In the V.I.P

It’s a new day, and if you ever knew Dre

Motherfucker, you would say I was the new Dre

Same Impala, different spokes

Same chronic, just a different smoke

(If I could fit the whole hood in the club)

Hop in the low-rider, long as you got bitches in the back

(I turn it into a strip-club)

Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ass

(If I could fit the hole world in the club)

Tell the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this bitch

(Pop bottles and twist up)

Roll up chronic and hash

In a blunt, call it Aftermath