Let's Ride

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 D's 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 they can 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 it 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 sit the whole 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 fucking 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
 You take a picture with him, and you gotta fuck me
 And you gotta fuck Busta, can't touch Eve
 Got something 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 fighting in the club
 Ain't nothing 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 it 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 sit the whole 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 'til the ass scrapes
 Turn sunset into a motherfucking drag-race
 Now watch it bounce
 Hit the switch, let it bounce 'til 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 it 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 sit the whole 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