Aaron Fishbein - Let's Ride lyrics

[Verse 1] Pull the rag off the six-fo' Hit the switch, show n***as how the sh** 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**er bounce and break And knock both of the screws out the licence plate Let the games begin These other rap n***as so far behind me, go taste my rims sh**, let the chronic burn as the Daytons 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**h bring a friend Bottles on me, tell the waiter to order another round And put that cheap-a** 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**hes in the back (I turn it into a strip-club) Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that a** (If I could fit the hole world in the club) Tell the DJ to bang my sh**, the west-coast in this b**h (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**hes at You f**ing on the first night, meet me in the back I got a pound of chronic, and a gang of freaks Move b**h! Who the f** you think they came to see? The protégé of the D R E You take a picture with him, and you gotta f** me And you gotta f** Busta, can't touch Eve Got something in my waist that you can't touch either That's — my gangsta b**h, and like Crips and Bloods I'm in the club on some gangsta sh** (So n***a twist up) Light another dub b**hes get scared when n***as 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** a different b**h seven days a week Hit the switch, watch it bounce like a Scott Storch beat [Hook] [Verse 3] n***as thought I wasn't coming back, look at me now Hoppin' out the same Cherry six-fo' with the motherf**ing top down I'm The Game, n***a Call your b**h, she ain't home, she with Game, n***a Remember that, Dre You pa**ed me the torch, I lit the chronic with it, now the world is my ashtray Ridin' three-wheel motion ‘till the a** scrapes Turn sunset into a motherf**ing drag-race Now watch it bounce Hit the switch, let it bounce till the police shut the sh** 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 Motherf**er, you would say I was the new Dre Same Impala, different spokes Same chronic, just a different smoke [Hook]