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let's ride [explicit] - the game lyrics

pull the rag off the 6 4
hit the switch, show n-ggas how the sh-t go
the game is back, the aftermath chain is gone
the d’s is chrome, the frame is black
so watch it lift up ’til the motherf-cker bounce and break
and knock both of the screws out the license plate
let the games begin
these other rap n-ggas so far behind me, n-gga taste my rims
let the chronic burn as the dayton spin
it ain’t been this much drama since i first heard eminem
‘in da club’, poppin’ x pills like m&m’s
call it ‘dre day’, we celebratin’, b-tch, bring a friend
bottles on me, tell the waiter to order another round
and put that cheap–ss hypnotiq down
put your cris’ up if you feel the same way
who got a mill switches? everybody, let’s ride
if i could fit the whole hood in the club
hop in the lowrider, long as it got b-tches in the back
i turn into a strip club
call it a lap dance, when the 6 4 bounce that -ss
if i could fit the whole world in the club
tell the dj to bang my sh-t, the west coast in this b-tch
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 b-tches at?
you f-ckin’ on the first night? meet me in the back
i got a pound of chronic and a gang of freaks
move b-tch, who the f-ck you think they came to see?
the protã©gã© of the d r e
take a picture with him and you gotta f-ck me
and you gotta f-ck busta, can’t touch eve
got somethin’ on my waist, say ‘you can’t touch eve’
that’s my gangsta b-tch and like crips and bloods
i’m in the club on some gangsta sh-t
so n-gga, twist up, light another dub
b-tches get scared when n-ggas start fightin’ in the club
‘ain’t nuthin’ but a g thang’, baby, it’s a g thang
bounce like you got hydraulics in your g-string
i f-ck a different b-tch 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 lowrider, long as it got b-tches in the back
i turn into a strip club
call it a lap dance, when the 6 4 bounce that -ss
if i could fit the whole world in the club
tell the dj to bang my sh-t, the west coast in this b-tch
pop bottles and twist up
roll up chronic and hash in a blunt, call it aftermath
n-ggas thought i wasn’t comin’ back, look at me now
hoppin’ out the same cherry 6 4 with the motherf-ckin’ top down
i’m the game, n-gga, call your b-tch
she ain’t home, she with game, n-gga
remember that, dre? you p-ssed me the torch
i lit the chronic with it, now the world is my ashtray
ridin’ three-wheel motion ’til the -ss scr-pes
turn sunset into a motherf-ckin’ drag race
now watch it bounce, hit the switch
let it bounce ’til the police shut the sh-t down
when you hit the club, tell ’em you came with me
we gon’ twist up in the v.i.p
it’s a new day and if you ever knew dre
motherf-cker, 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 lowrider, long as it got b-tches in the back
i turn into a strip club
call it a lap dance, when the 6 4 bounce that -ss
if i could fit the whole world in the club
tell the dj to bang my sh-t, the west coast in this b-tch
pop bottles and twist up
roll up chronic and hash in a blunt, call it aftermath

- the game lyrics

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