[Verse 1]
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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
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The Ds is chrome, the frame is black (So watch it lift up)
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‘Til the motherfucker bounce and break
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And knock both of the screws out the licence plate
~#**************#~
Let the games begin
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These other rap niggas so far behind me could taste my rims
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Shit, let the chronic burn as the Daytons spin
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It ain’t been this much drama since I first heard Eminem
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In the club, poppin X pills like M&Ms
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Call it Dre day, we celebratin, bitch bring a friend
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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
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Who got em hittin switches NY to LA
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[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)
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Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo bounce that ass
~#**************#~
(If I could fit the whole 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
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[Verse 2]
~#**************#~
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
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Move bitch! Who the fuck you think they came to see?
~#**************#~
The protégé of the D-R-E
~#**************#~
Take a picture with him, then you gotta fuck me
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And you gotta fuck Busta, can’t touch Eve
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Got somethin in my waist that you can’t touch either
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That’s, my gangsta bitch, and like Crips and Bloods
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I’m in the club on some gangsta shit (So nigga twist up)
~#**************#~
Light another dub
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Bitches get scared when niggas start fightin in the club
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Ain’t nothin but a G thing, baby it’s a G thing
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Bounce like you got hydraulics in your g-string
~#**************#~
I fuck a different bitch seven days a week
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Hit the switch, watch it bounce like a Scott Storch beat
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[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]
~#**************#~
Niggas thought I wasn’t coming back, look at me now
~#**************#~
Hoppin out the same Cherry six-fo
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With the motherfucking top down, Im The Game, nigga
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Call your bitch, she aint home, she with Game, nigga
~#**************#~
Remember that Dre, you passed me the torch
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I lit the chronic with it, now the world is my ashtray
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Ridin three-wheel motion ‘till the ass scrapes
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Turn sunset into a motherfucking drag-race
~#**************#~
Now watch it bounce
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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
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It’s a new day, and if you ever knew Dre
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Motherfucker, you would say I was the new Dre
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Same Impala, different spokes
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Same chronic, just a different smoke
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[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
