| Pull the rag off the six-fo'
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| Hit the switch, show niggas how the shit go
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| The Game is back, the Aftermath chain is gone
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| The Ds is chrome, the frame is black (So watch it lift up)
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| 'Til the motherfucker bounce and break
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| And knock both of the screws out the licence plate
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| Let the games begin
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| These other rap niggas so far behind me could taste my rims
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| Shit, let the chronic burn as the Daytons spin
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| It ain’t been this much drama since I first heard Eminem
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| In the club, poppin' X pills like M&Ms
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| Call it Dre day, we celebratin', bitch bring a friend
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| Bottles on me, tell the waiter to order another round
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| And put that cheap-ass Hypnotic down (Put your ‘cris up!)
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| If you feel the same way
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| Who got 'em hittin' switches NY to LA
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| (If I could fit the whole hood in the club)
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| Hop in the low-rider, long as you got bitches in the back
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| (I turn it into a strip-club)
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| Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ass
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| (If I could fit the hole world in the club)
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| Tell the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this bitch
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| (Pop bottles and twist up)
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| Roll up chronic and hash
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| In a blunt, call it Aftermath
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| Somebody tell me where the drinks at, where the bitches at
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| You fuckin' on the first night, meet me in the back
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| I got a pound of chronic, and a gang of freaks
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| Move bitch! |
| Who the fuck you think they came to see?
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| The protégé of the D-R-E
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| Take a picture with him, then you gotta fuck me
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| And you gotta fuck Busta, can’t touch Eve
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| Got somethin' in my waist that you can’t touch either
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| That’s, my gangsta bitch, and like Crips and Bloods
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| I’m in the club on some gangsta shit (So nigga twist up)
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| Light another dub
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| Bitches get scared when niggas start fightin' in the club
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| Ain’t nothin' but a g-thing, baby it’s a g-thing
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| Bounce like you got hydraulics in your g-string
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| I fuck a different bitch seven days a week
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| Hit the switch, watch it bounce like a Scott Storch beat
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| (If I could fit the whole hood in the club)
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| Hop in the low-rider, long as you got bitches in the back
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| (I turn it into a strip-club)
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| Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ass
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| (If I could fit the hole world in the club)
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| Tell the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this bitch
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| (Pop bottles and twist up)
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| Roll up chronic and hash
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| In a blunt, call it Aftermath
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| Niggas thought I wasn’t coming back, look at me now
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| Hoppin' out the same Cherry six-fo'
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| With the motherfucking top down, I’m The Game, nigga
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| Call your bitch, she ain’t home, she with Game, nigga
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| Remember that, Dre you passed me the torch
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| I lit the chronic with it, now the world is my ashtray
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| Ridin' three-wheel motion ‘till the ass scrapes
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| Turn sunset into a motherfucking drag-race
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| Now watch it bounce
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| Hit the switch, let it bounce till the police shut the shit down
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| (When you hit the club)
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| Tell 'em you came with me (We gonna twist up)
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| In the V.I.P
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| It’s a new day, and if you ever knew Dre
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| Motherfucker, you would say I was the new Dre
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| Same Impala, different spokes
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| Same chronic, just a different smoke
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| (If I could fit the whole hood in the club)
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| Hop in the low-rider, long as you got bitches in the back
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| (I turn it into a strip-club)
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| Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ass
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| (If I could fit the hole world in the club)
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| Tell the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this bitch
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| (Pop bottles and twist up)
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| Roll up chronic and hash
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| In a blunt, call it Aftermath |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Let's Ride , by - The Game. Song from the album Doctor's Advocate, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп