LetsRide

Artist：the game

Songs Title：let＇s ride

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