Pull the rag off the six fo' hit the switch show niggas how the shit 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 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, go taste my rims
Shit let the chronic burn as the datens 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' bitch bring a friend
Bottles on me tell the waiter to order another round
And put that cheap ass 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 bitches in the back (I turn it into a strip club)
Call it a lap dance when the six fo' bounce that ass
(If I could fit the hole world in the club)
Tell the DJ to bang my shit, the west coast in this bitch
(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 bitches at
You fucking 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 prot??of the D R E
You take a picture with him, and you gotta fuck me
And you gotta fuck Busta, can't touch Eve
Got something in my waist that you can't touch either
That's my gangsta bitch and like Crips and Bloods
I'm in the club on some gangsta shit (so nigga twist up)
Light another dub
Bitches 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 fuck a different bitch seven days a week
Hit the switch watch it bounce like a Scott Storch beat
[Chorus]
(If I could fit the whole hood in the club)
Hop in the low rider long as you got bitches in the back
(I turn it into a strip club)
Call it a lap dance when the six fo' bounce that ass
(If I could fit the hole world in the club)
Tell the DJ to bang my shit the west coast in this bitch
(Pop bottles and twist up)
Roll up chronic and hash in a blunt call it Aftermath
[Verse 3]
Who thought I weren't coming back look at me now
Hoppin' out the same Cherry six fo' 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' three-wheel motion 'till the ass scrapes
Turn sunset into a motherfucking drag race
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 V.I.P.
It's 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
[Chorus]
(If I could fit the whole hood in the club)
Hop in the low rider long as you got bitches in the back
(I turn it into a strip club)
Call it a lap dance when the six fo' bounce that ass
(If I could fit the hole world in the club)
Tell the DJ to bang my shit the west coast in this bitch
(Pop bottles and twist up)
Roll up chronic and hash in a blunt call it Aftermath
