Artist: The Game
Song Name: Let's Ride (Strip Club)
Typed by: SiGh
[Verse 1]
Pull the rag off the six fo'
Hit the switch, show niggaz how the shit go
The Game is back
The Aftermath chain is gone, the D's is chrome, the frame is black
So why don't you lift up
till the muthafuckin' bouncin' break
And knock both of the screws out the license plate
So let the games begin
These other rap niggaz so far behind they can taste my rims
Let the chronic burn as the daytons spin
I 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
[Hook]
If the whole hood in the club
Hop in the lowrider, long as it got bitches in the back
I turn it into a strip club
Call it a lapdance when the six fo' bounce that ass
If the whole world in the club
Tell the DJ to bang my shits, we westcoast in this bitch
Pop bottles and twist up
Roll up chronic and hash, get a blunt and call it Aftermath
[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
Move bitch, who the fuck you think they came to see
The protege of the D.R.E.
Take a picture wit him then you gotta fuck me
Then you gotta fuck Busta, can't touch Eve
Got somethin' on my waist say you can't touch Eve
That's my gangsta bitch
And like crips & bloods we in the club on that gangsta shit
So nigga twist up, light another dub
Bitches get scared when niggaz start fightin in the club
Ain't nuttin' but a G thang, baby its a G thing
Bounce like you got hydraulics in your G-string
I'm fuck a different bitch, seven days a week
Hit the switch, watch it bounce like a Scott Storch beat
[Hook]
If the whole hood in the club
Hop in the lowrider, long as it got bitches in the back
I turn it into a strip club
Call it a lapdance when the six fo' bounce that ass
If the whole world in the club
Tell the DJ to bang my shits, we westcoast in this bitch
Pop bottles and twist up
Roll up chronic and hash, get a blunt and call it Aftermath
[Verse 3]
They thought I wasn't comin' back, look at me now
Hoppin' out the same cherry six fo', with the muthafuckin' top down I'm the Game nigga
Call your girl she ain't home, she with Game nigga
Remember that Dre
You pass me the torch, I lit the chronic wit it, now the world is my ashtray
Ridin' three wheel motion till the ass scrape
Turn sunset into a muthafuckin' drag race
Then watch it bounce
Hit the switch, let it bounce, till the police shut the shit down
And hit the club, tell 'em you came wit me
We gon' twist up, in the VIP
Its a new day and if you ever knew Dre
Muthafucka you would say I was the new Dre
Same impala, different spokes
Same chronic, just a different smoke
[Hook]
If the whole hood in the club
Hop in the lowrider, long as it got bitches in the back
I turn it into a strip club
Call it a lapdance when the six fo' bounce that ass
If the whole world in the club
Tell the DJ to bang my shits, we westcoast in this bitch
Pop bottles and twist up
Roll up chronic and hash, get a blunt and call it Aftermath
Song Name: Let's Ride (Strip Club)
Typed by: SiGh
[Verse 1]
Pull the rag off the six fo'
Hit the switch, show niggaz how the shit go
The Game is back
The Aftermath chain is gone, the D's is chrome, the frame is black
So why don't you lift up
till the muthafuckin' bouncin' break
And knock both of the screws out the license plate
So let the games begin
These other rap niggaz so far behind they can taste my rims
Let the chronic burn as the daytons spin
I 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
[Hook]
If the whole hood in the club
Hop in the lowrider, long as it got bitches in the back
I turn it into a strip club
Call it a lapdance when the six fo' bounce that ass
If the whole world in the club
Tell the DJ to bang my shits, we westcoast in this bitch
Pop bottles and twist up
Roll up chronic and hash, get a blunt and call it Aftermath
[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
Move bitch, who the fuck you think they came to see
The protege of the D.R.E.
Take a picture wit him then you gotta fuck me
Then you gotta fuck Busta, can't touch Eve
Got somethin' on my waist say you can't touch Eve
That's my gangsta bitch
And like crips & bloods we in the club on that gangsta shit
So nigga twist up, light another dub
Bitches get scared when niggaz start fightin in the club
Ain't nuttin' but a G thang, baby its a G thing
Bounce like you got hydraulics in your G-string
I'm fuck a different bitch, seven days a week
Hit the switch, watch it bounce like a Scott Storch beat
[Hook]
If the whole hood in the club
Hop in the lowrider, long as it got bitches in the back
I turn it into a strip club
Call it a lapdance when the six fo' bounce that ass
If the whole world in the club
Tell the DJ to bang my shits, we westcoast in this bitch
Pop bottles and twist up
Roll up chronic and hash, get a blunt and call it Aftermath
[Verse 3]
They thought I wasn't comin' back, look at me now
Hoppin' out the same cherry six fo', with the muthafuckin' top down I'm the Game nigga
Call your girl she ain't home, she with Game nigga
Remember that Dre
You pass me the torch, I lit the chronic wit it, now the world is my ashtray
Ridin' three wheel motion till the ass scrape
Turn sunset into a muthafuckin' drag race
Then watch it bounce
Hit the switch, let it bounce, till the police shut the shit down
And hit the club, tell 'em you came wit me
We gon' twist up, in the VIP
Its a new day and if you ever knew Dre
Muthafucka you would say I was the new Dre
Same impala, different spokes
Same chronic, just a different smoke
[Hook]
If the whole hood in the club
Hop in the lowrider, long as it got bitches in the back
I turn it into a strip club
Call it a lapdance when the six fo' bounce that ass
If the whole world in the club
Tell the DJ to bang my shits, we westcoast in this bitch
Pop bottles and twist up
Roll up chronic and hash, get a blunt and call it Aftermath
