Let’s Ride [Explicit] 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-ass 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 ass
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 protégé 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 ass
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 passed me the torch
I lit the chronic with it, now the world is my ashtray
Ridin' three-wheel motion 'til the ass scrapes
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 ass
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