Let's Ride (Album Version|Explicit)

Pull the rag off the six-fo＇
Hit the switch  show niggas 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）
Till the motherf**ker bounce and break
And knock both of the screws out the licence plate
Let the games begin
These other rap niggas so far behind they can taste my rims
Sh*t  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＇  b**ch 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 ＇em hittin＇ switches NY to LA
（If I could fit the whole hood in the club）
Hop in the low-rider  ＇long as it got b**ches in the back
（I turn it into a strip-club）
Call it a lap-dance  when the six-fo＇ bounce that a**
（If I could fit the hole world in the club）
Tell the DJ to bang my sh*t  the west-coast in this b**ch
（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**ches at
You f**king on the first night  meet me in the back
I got a pound of chronic  and a gang of freaks
Move b**ch  Who the f**k you think they came to see
The protg of the D R E
Take a picture with him  and you gotta f**k me
Then you gotta f**k Busta  can＇t touch Eve
Got sumthin on my waist say you can＇t touch Eve
That＇s - my gangsta b**ch  and like Crips and Bloods
I＇m in the club on some gangsta sh*t
（So ni**a twist up）
Light another dub
B**ches 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 f**k a different b**ch 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 it got b**ches in the back
（I turn it into a strip-club）
Call it a lap-dance  when the six-fo＇ bounce that a**
（If I could fit the hole world in the club）
Tell the DJ to bang my sh*t  the west-coast in this b**ch
（Pop bottles and twist up）
Roll up chronic and hash
In a blunt  call it Aftermath
Niggaz thought I wasn＇t coming back
Look at me now
Hoppin＇ out the same Cherry six-fo＇ with the motherf**king top down
I＇m The Game  ni**a
Call your b**ch  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 motherf**king drag-race
Now watch it bounce
Hit the switch  let it bounce till the police shut the sh*t 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
Motherf**ker  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 it got b**ches in the back
（I turn it into a strip-club）
Call it a lap-dance  when the six-fo＇ bounce that a**
（If I could fit the hole world in the club）
Tell the DJ to bang my sh*t  the west-coast in this b**ch
（Pop bottles and twist up）
Roll up chronic and hash
In a blunt  call it Aftermath