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the game – let’s ride lyrics

[verse 1]
pull the rag off the six-fo’
hit the switch, show n-ggas how the sh-t go
the game is back, the aftermath chain is gone
the ds 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 licence plate
let the games begin
these other rap n-ggas so far behind me could 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-tch bring a friend
bottles on me, tell the waiter to order another round
and put that cheap–ss hypnotic down (put your ‘cris up!)
if you feel the same way
who got ’em hittin’ switches ny to la

[chorus]
(if i could fit the whole hood in the club)
hop in the low-rider, long as you got b-tches in the back
(i turn it into a strip-club)
call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo’ bounce that -ss
(if i could fit the hole 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

[verse 2]
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, then you gotta f-ck me
and you gotta f-ck busta, can’t touch eve
got somethin’ in my waist that you can’t touch either
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 nothin’ but a g-thing, baby it’s a g-thing
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

[verse 3]
n-ggas thought i wasn’t coming back, look at me now
hoppin’ out the same cherry six-fo’
with the motherf-cking 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 ‘till the -ss scr-pes
turn sunset into a motherf-cking 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-cker, you would say i was the new dre
same impala, different spokes
same chronic, just a different smoke

- the game lyrics

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