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Game - Let's Ride Lyrics
Verse 1
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)
Till the motherf**ker bounce and break,
And knock both of the screws out the licence plate.
Let the games begin,
These other rap n***** 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', b**** 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
(Hook)
(If I could fit the whole hood in the club)
Hop in the low-rider, 'long as it got b****** 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 b****
(Pop bottles and twist up)
Roll up chronic and hash,
In a blunt, call it Aftermath
Verse 2
Somebody tell me where the drinks at,
Where the b****** at,
You f**king on the first night, meet me in the back.
I got a pound of chronic, and a gang of freaks,
Move b****! Who the f**k you think they came to see?
The protégé of the D R E,
Take a picture with him, and you gotta f**k me,
Then you gotta f**k Busta, can't touch Eve,
Got sumthin on my waist say you can't touch Eve,
That's my gangsta b****, and like Crips and Bloods,
I'm in the club on some gangsta shit.
(So n**** twist up)
Light another dub,
B****** get scared when n***** 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 f**k a different b**** seven days a week,
Hit the switch, watch it bounce like a Scott Storch beat.
(Hook)
(If I could fit the whole hood in the club)
Hop in the low-rider, long as it got b****** 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 b****
(Pop bottles and twist up)
Roll up chronic and hash,
In a blunt, call it Aftermath
Verse 3
N***** thought I wasn't coming back?
Look at me now,
Hoppin' out the same Cherry six-fo' with the motherf**king top down,
I'm The Game, n****
Call your b****, she ain't home, she with Game, n****
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 motherf**king 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,
Motherf**ker, you would say I was the new Dre.
Same Impala, different spokes
Same chronic, just a different smoke.
(Hook)
(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 hole world in the club)
Tell the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this b****
(Pop bottles and twist up)
Roll up chronic and hash,
In a blunt, call it Aftermath
