Let's Ride

Pull the rag off the six-four

Hit the switch, show **** how the shit go

The Game is back, the Aftermath

Chain is chrome, D's is chrome, the frame is black

(So why don't you lift up?)

Till the motherfucker bounce and break

And knock both of the screws off the license plate

Let the games begin

These other rap **** so far behind

They can taste my rims

Let the chronic burn as the Dayton spin

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

In the club popping mix 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 da club)

Hop in the low rider, long as it got bitches in the back

(I'd turn it into a strip club)

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

(If I could fit the whole hood 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 the 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 protege of the D.R.E

Take a picture with him, then you gotta fuck me

Then you gotta fuck Busta, can't touch Eve

Got somethin' on my waist, so you can't touch me

That's my gangster bitch, and like Crips and Bloods

I'm in the club on some gangster shit

(So, ****, twist up)

Light another dub

Bitches get scared when **** 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, make it bounce like Scott Scorch beat

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

Hop in the low rider, long as it got bitches in the back

(I'd turn it into a strip club)

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

(If I could fit the whole hood 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 the blunt, call it Aftermath

**** thought I wasn't coming back

Look at me now, hoping out the same cherry six-fo'

With the motherfucking top down

I'm The Game, ****

Call your bitch, she ain't home, she with Game, ****

Remember that, Dre?

You passed me the torch, I lit the Chronic with it

Now the world is my ashtray

Riding three wheel motion till the ass scrape

Turn Sunset into a motherfucking drag race

Now watch it bounce, hit the switch, let it bounce

Till the police shut this shit down

(You hit the club)

Tell 'em you came with me

(We gon' twist up)

In the VIP

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 fit the whole world in the club)

Tell the DJ to bang my shit

The West Coast in this bitch

(Pop bottles and twist up)

Loading up chronic and hash

In the blunt, call it Aftermath