[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]