Game - Let's Ride lyrics

[Verse 1]

Pull the rag off the 6-4

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 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

Nigga taste my rims, let the chronic burn as the daten 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 Chris up), if you feel the same way

Who got a mill switches, everybody lets ride

[Chorus]

The After got the whole world in the club

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

I turn into a strip-club

Call it a lap-dance, when the 6-4 bounce that ass

The After get 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 called Aftermath

[Verse 2]

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, and you gotta fuck me

And you gotta fuck Busta, can't touch Eve

Got something on my waist and you can't touch Eve

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-thang, baby it's a G-thang

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

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[Verse 3]

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 dragrace

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 gon' twist up), in the VIP

It's a new day and if you ever knew Dre

Motherfucker you'll say I was the new Dre,

Same Impala different spokes,

Same chronic for different folks.

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