The Game Let's Ride (Main) Lyrics

The Game]
[Verse 1]
Pull the rag off the six-fo',
Hit the switch, show ni**az how the s___ 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 m_________er bounce and break,
And knock both of the screws out the licence plate.
Let the games begin,
These other rap ni**as so far behind me, go taste my rims,
s___, 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', b____ bring a friend.
Bottles on me, tell the waiter to order another round,
And put that cheap-a__ hypnotic down.
(Put your cris' up!)
If you feel the same way,
Who got a mill switches, everybody know (?)

[Hook]
(Got the whole world in the club!)
Hop in the low-rider, long as you got b____es in the back,
(I turn in to a strip-club!)
Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that a__,
(Get the whole world in the club!)
Tell the DJ to bang my s___, the west-coast in this b____
(Pop bottles and twist up!)
Roll up chronic and hash,
In a blunt, call it Aftermath!

[Verse 2]
Somebody tell me where the drinks at,
Where the b____es at,
You f___ing on the first night, meet me in the back.
I got a pound of chronic, and a gang of freaks,
Move b____! Who the f___ you think they came to see?
The protégé of the D R E,
You take a picture with him, and you gotta f___ me,
And you gotta f___ Busta, can't touch Eve,
Got something in my waist that you can't touch either,
That's - my gangsta b____, and like Crips and Bloods,
I'm in the club on some gangsta s___.
(So ni**a twist up)
Light another dub,
b____es get scared when ni**as 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 f___ a different b____ seven days a week,
Hit the switch, watch it bounce like a Scott Storch beat.

[Hook]
(Got the whole world in the club!)
Hop in the low-rider, long as you got b____es in the back,
(I turn (?) into a strip-club!)
Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that a__,
(Get the whole world in the club!)
Tell the DJ to bang my s___, the west-coast in this b____
(Pop bottles and twist up!)
Roll up chronic and hash,
In a blunt, call it Aftermath!

[Verse 3]
Who thought I weren't coming back? Look at me now,
Hoppin' out the same Cherry six-fo' with the m_________ing top down,
I'm The Game, ni**a!
Call your b____, she ain't home, she with Game, ni**a!
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 a__ scrapes,
Turn sunset into a m_________ing drag-race.
Now watch it bounce,
Hit the switch, let it bounce till the police shut the s___ 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,
m_________er, you would say I was the new Dre.
Same Impala, different spokes,
Same chronic, just a different smoke.

[Hook]
(Got the whole hood in the club!)
Hop in the low-rider, long as you got b____es in the back,
(I turn (?) into a strip-club!)
Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that a__,
(Get the whole world in the club!)
Tell the DJ to bang my s___, the west-coast in this b____
(Pop bottles and twist up!)
Roll up chronic and hash,
In a blunt, call it Aftermath!