Timbaland - Put You on the Game lyrics

Electro-convulsive therapy, part one [Timbaland] Go 'head, go 'head, go 'head, do the Crip with me Go 'head, go 'head, go 'head, do the Stank with me Go 'head, go 'head, go 'head, do the Wop with me Go 'head, go 'head, go 'head Game [Verse 1: The Game] First things first (Aftermath) The Chronic is back This is indo, produced by Timbo Game over; nah the N.W.A. chain choker Is burnin rubber inside the Range Rover Chain smokin, purple haze This ain't another one of those, this the rebirth of Dre The rebirth of L.A., the rebirth of hip-hop Another memorial for Makaveli and Big Pop' Hold up, Timb stop - I said This another memorial for Makaveli and Big Pop' G-G-G-G-G - young homey got sh** locked Public Enemy #1, Flavor Flav with a wristwatch All black G-Units, all black Impala I'm a schitzo, three-wheelin the six-fo' 50 Cent know I'm Compton's most wanted when I'm ridin with Timbo [Hook] Girl if you got a big back let me bend that Show me where your friends at, we can flip that Let me put you on the Game (let me put you on the Game) Let me put you on the Game (let me put you on the Game) I'll show you where the Bloods at, where the Crips at Show you where they flip crack, where they pitch at Let me put you on the Game (let me put you on the Game) Let me put you on the Game (let me put you on the Game) [Verse 2: The Game] I ain't got the West on my shoulder, got the West in the backseat Of the Rover, ridin on dubs, n***a I'm West coastin The next Hova, from the home of the best doja Making all that racket, I got the U.S. Open Stunt on me, I'll leave you wit'cha chest open Vest broken, hop in the lo-lo with the tec smokin G-G-G-G-G - I done paid my dues N.W.A. is back, this is front page news I got Dre in the back, ridin on 22's b**hes screamin let me ride, it must be the shoes Red and black G6's, red dot on the Glock I'm goin three times platinum dawg, how do I stop? I'm hot [Hook] [Verse 3: The Game] My Unit is Guerrilla f** with my La Familia, I will k** ya G-G-G-G-G-Unit - I know that boy, not familiar But you got to feel him if the Doctor sealed him (Is Compton in the house?) Without a doubt I'm the rapper with clout other n***as yap about You know the one that introduce New York to the beach cruiser Got 'em puttin red and blue strings in they G-Units Get "Groupie Love," tell 'em to keep movin If I got a problem with a b**h I let Eve do it Unless she got on LePearla and I can see through it I don't just let her ride, I give her the keys to it Me and my b**h lay back in the Coupe I'm movin in the neighborhood, I ain't pa**in through I woulda been here after Snoop, but I slowed down To show Timbaland how to iron a khaki suit [Hook]