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lirik lagu let’s ride – the game


[verse 1]
pull the rag off the six-fo’,
hit the switch, show n*gg*s how the sh*t 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 motherf*cker bounce and break,
and knock both of the screws out the licence plate.
let the games begin,
these other rap n*gg*s so far behind me, go taste my rims,
sh*t, 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’, 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

[hook]
(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 whole 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*cking 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 dre,
you take a picture with him, and you gotta f*ck me,
and you gotta f*ck busta, can’t touch eve,
got something 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*gg* twist up)
light another dub,
b*tches get scared when n*gg*s 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 f*ck a different b*tch seven days a week,
hit the switch, watch it bounce like a scott storch beat.

[hook]
(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 whole 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 3]
n*gg*s 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*gg*
call your b*tch, she ain’t home, she with game, n*gg*
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 vip
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.

[hook]
(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


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