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Pull the rag off the six-fo＇, |
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Hit the switch, show niggas how the shit go, |
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The Game is back, the Aftermath chain is gone, |
| [00:32.320] |
The D＇s is chrome, the frame is black. |
| [00:34.880] |
（So watch it lift up） |
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|
| [00:37.690] |
Till the motherfucker bounce and break, |
| [00:38.940] |
And knock both of the screws out the licence plate. |
| [00:40.510] |
Let the games begin, |
| [00:40.630] |
These other rap niggas so far behind they can taste my rims, |
| [00:43.260] |
Shit, let the chronic burn as the daytons spin. |
| [00:43.560] |
It ain＇t been this much drama since I first heard Eminem, |
| [00:45.880] |
In the club, poppin＇ X pills like M & Ms, |
| [00:48.260] |
Call it Dre day, we celebratin＇, bitch bring a friend. |
| [00:50.320] |
Bottles on me, tell the waiter to order another round, |
| [00:54.190] |
And put that cheap-ass hypnotic down. |
| [00:55.630] |
（Put your ＇cris up!） |
| [00:56.880] |
If you feel the same way, |
| [00:58.760] |
Who got ＇em hittin＇ switches NY to LA |
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（If I could fit the whole hood in the club） |
| [01:03.880] |
Hop in the low-rider, ＇long as it got bitches in the back, |
| [01:06.570] |
（I turn it into a strip-club） |
| [01:07.940] |
Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo＇ bounce that ass, |
| [01:10.500] |
（If I could fit the hole world in the club） |
| [01:12.450] |
Tell the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this bitch |
| [01:15.260] |
（Pop bottles and twist up） |
| [01:16.570] |
Roll up chronic and hash, |
| [01:20.560] |
In a blunt, call it Aftermath |
| [01:21.940] |
Somebody tell me where the drinks at, |
| [01:23.190] |
Where the bitches at, |
| [01:24.130] |
You fucking on the first night, meet me in the back. |
| [01:26.880] |
I got a pound of chronic, and a gang of freaks, |
| [01:29.880] |
Move bitch! Who the fuck you think they came to see? |
| [01:32.510] |
The protg of the D R E, |
| [01:35.320] |
Take a picture with him, and you gotta fuck me, |
| [01:37.010] |
Then you gotta fuck Busta, can＇t touch Eve, |
| [01:39.450] |
Got sumthin on my waist say you can＇t touch Eve, |
| [01:46.700] |
That＇s - my gangsta bitch, and like Crips and Bloods, |
| [01:48.570] |
I＇m in the club on some gangsta shit. |
| [01:49.820] |
（So nigga twist up） |
| [01:50.070] |
Light another dub, |
| [01:51.000] |
Bitches get scared when niggas start fighting in the club. |
| [01:53.070] |
Ain＇t nothing but a g-thing, baby it＇s a g-thing, |
| [01:55.450] |
Bounce like you got hydraulics in your g-string, |
| [01:57.010] |
I fuck a different bitch seven days a week, |
| [01:58.440] |
Hit the switch, watch it bounce like a Scott Storch beat. |
| [01:59.940] |
（If I could fit the whole hood in the club） |
| [02:02.390] |
Hop in the low-rider, long as it got bitches in the back, |
| [02:04.510] |
（I turn it into a strip-club） |
| [02:05.570] |
Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo＇ bounce that ass, |
| [02:11.880] |
（If I could fit the hole world in the club） |
| [02:13.000] |
Tell the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this bitch |
| [02:14.190] |
（Pop bottles and twist up） |
| [02:15.200] |
Roll up chronic and hash, |
| [02:15.380] |
In a blunt, call it Aftermath |
| [02:19.550] |
Niggaz thought I wasn＇t coming back? |
| [02:23.230] |
Look at me now, |
| [02:25.230] |
Hoppin＇ out the same Cherry six-fo＇ with the motherfucking top down, |
| [02:27.990] |
I＇m The Game, nigga |
| [02:29.300] |
Call your bitch, she ain＇t home, she with Game, nigga |
| [02:36.490] |
Remember that, Dre |
| [02:36.610] |
You passed me the torch, I lit the chronic with it, now the world is my ashtray, |
| [02:39.360] |
Ridin＇ three-wheel motion ＇till the ass scrapes, |
| [02:41.490] |
Turn sunset into a motherfucking drag-race. |
| [02:42.860] |
Now watch it bounce, |
| [02:43.670] |
Hit the switch, let it bounce till the police shut the shit down. |
| [02:47.240] |
{When you hit the club） |
| [02:47.670] |
Tell ＇em you came with me, |
| [02:48.800] |
（We gonna twist up） |
| [02:49.610] |
In the V.I.P. |
| [02:50.860] |
It＇s a new day, and if you ever knew Dre, |
| [02:57.170] |
Motherfucker, you would say I was the new Dre. |
| [02:59.740] |
Same Impala, different spokes |
| [03:00.740] |
Same chronic, just a different smoke. |
| [03:02.420] |
（If I could fit the whole hood in the club） |
| [03:04.050] |
Hop in the low-rider, long as it got bitches in the back, |
| [03:07.240] |
（I turn it into a strip-club） |
| [03:09.050] |
Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo＇ bounce that ass, |
| [03:13.920] |
（If I could fit the hole world in the club） |
| [03:15.680] |
Tell the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this bitch |
| [03:17.740] |
（Pop bottles and twist up） |
| [03:19.370] |
Roll up chronic and hash, |
| [03:20.360] |
In a blunt, call it Aftermath |