Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Let's Ride, artist - The Game. Album song Doctor's Advocate, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Geffen
Song language: English
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 Ds 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 me could 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 you 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 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 fuckin' 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 |
| Take a picture with him, then you gotta fuck me |
| And you gotta fuck Busta, can’t touch Eve |
| Got somethin' 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 fightin' in the club |
| Ain’t nothin' 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 you 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 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 ‘till the ass scrapes |
| Turn sunset into a motherfucking 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 |
| 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 you 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 bitch |
| (Pop bottles and twist up) |
| Roll up chronic and hash |
| In a blunt, call it Aftermath |