pull the rag off the sixfo’
hit the switch show niggas how the shit 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 motherfucker bounce and break
and knock both of the screws out the licence plate
let the games begin
these other rap niggas so far behind me could taste my rims
shit let the chronic burn as the daytons spin
it aint been this much drama since i first heard eminem
in the club poppin’ x pills like mms
call it dre day we celebratin’ bitch bring a friend
bottles on me tell the waiter to order another round
and put that cheapass 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 lowrider long as you got bitches in the back
i turn it into a stripclub
call it a lapdance when the sixfo’ bounce that ass
if i could fit the hole world in the club
tell the dj to bang my shit the westcoast in this bitch
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 bitches at
you fuckin’ on the first night meet me in the back
i got a pound of chronic and a gang of freaks
move bitch who the fuck you think they came to see
the protégé of the dre
take a picture with him then you gotta fuck me
and you gotta fuck busta cant touch eve
got somethin’ in my waist that you cant touch either
thats my gangsta bitch and like crips and bloods
im in the club on some gangsta shit so nigga twist up
light another dub
bitches get scared when niggas start fightin’ in the club
aint nothin’ but a gthing baby its a gthing
bounce like you got hydraulics in your gstring
i fuck a different bitch 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 you got bitches in the back
i turn it into a stripclub
call it a lapdance when the sixfo’ bounce that ass
if i could fit the hole world in the club
tell the dj to bang my shit the westcoast in this bitch
pop bottles and twist up
roll up chronic and hash
in a blunt call it aftermath
niggas thought i wasnt coming back look at me now
hoppin’ out the same cherry sixfo’
with the motherfucking top down i’m the game nigga
call your bitch she ain’t home she with game nigga
remember that dre you passed me the torch
i lit the chronic with it now the world is my ashtray
ridin’ threewheel motion till the ass scrapes
turn sunset into a motherfucking dragrace
now watch it bounce
hit the switch let it bounce till the police shut the shit down
when you hit the club
tell ’em you came with me we gonna twist up
in the vip
its a new day and if you ever knew dre
motherfucker 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 you got bitches in the back
i turn it into a stripclub
call it a lapdance when the sixfo’ bounce that ass
if i could fit the hole world in the club
tell the dj to bang my shit the westcoast in this bitch
pop bottles and twist up
roll up chronic and hash
in a blunt call it aftermath
Artist: The Game
Year: 2006
Decade: 00s
Language: en
Word Count: 353