The Game - Let's Ride lyrics

[The Game - Let's Ride lyrics]

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 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, go taste my rims
Shit, let the chronic burn
As the datens 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 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, 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 protégé of the D R E
You take a picture with him
And you gotta fuck me
And you gotta fuck Busta, can't touch Eve
Got something 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
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
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 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, 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

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