Pull the rag off the 6 4 Hit the switch, show the whole world how it go The Game is back, the Aftermath chain is gone The D's is chrome, the frame is black So watch it lift up 'til the lowrider bounce and break And knock both of the screws out the license plate So let the games begin These other rappers so far behind me, they could taste my rims Let the whole turn as the Dayton spin It ain't been this much drama since I first heard Eminem 'In Da Club', poppin' *** like M&M's Call it 'Dre Day', we celebratin', *** bring a friend Bottles on me, tell the waiter to order another round And put that cheap *** Hypnotiq down Put your Cris' up if you feel the same way Who got a mill switches? Everybody If I could fit the whole hood in the club Hop in the lowrider, long as it got speakers in the back I turn into a strip club Call it a lap dance, when the 6 4 bounce that *** If I can fit the whole world in the club Tell the DJ to bang my hits, me on that West Coast tip Pop bottles and twist up Roll up everythin' in a bag, get a ***, call it Aftermath Somebody tell me where the drinks at, where the freaks at? You lovin' on the first night? Meet me in the back I got a pound of sticky and a gang of *** Move ***, you know who they came to see? The protégé of the D R E Take a picture with him and you gotta touch me Then you gotta touch Busta, can't touch Eve Got somethin' on my waist, say 'You can't touch Eve' That's my gangsta chick and like Crips and Bloods We in the club on some gangsta tip So homie, twist up, light another dub Everybody high, ain't nobody fightin' in the club 'Ain't Nuthin' But A G Thang', baby, it's a G thang Bounce like you got hydraulics in your G-string I'm with a different chick seven days a week Hit the switch, watch it bounce like a Scott Storch beat If I could fit the whole hood in the club Hop in the lowrider, long as it got speakers in the back I turn into a strip club Call it a lap dance, when the 6 4 bounce that *** If I can fit the whole world in the club Tell the DJ to bang my hits, me on that West Coast tip Pop bottles and twist up Roll up everythin' in a bag, get a ***, call it Aftermath They thought I wasn't comin' back, look at me now Hoppin' out the same cherry 6 4 with the red rag top down I'm The Game, homie, call your girl She ain't home, she with Game, homie Remember that, Dre? You passed me the torch I lit the *** with it, now the world is my ashtray Ridin' three-wheel motion 'til the *** scrapes Turn Sunset into a Daytona drag race Now watch it bounce, hit the switch Let it bounce 'til the police shut the strip down When you hit the club, tell 'em you came with me We gon' twist up in the V.I.P. It's a new day and if you ever knew Dre Then homie, you would say I was the new Dre Same Impala, different strokes Same ***, just a different smoke If I could fit the whole hood in the club Hop in the lowrider, long as it got speakers in the back I turn into a strip club Call it a lap dance, when the 6 4 bounce that *** If I can fit the whole world in the club Tell the DJ to bang my hits, me on that West Coast tip Pop bottles and twist up Roll up everythin' in a bag, get a ***, call it Aftermath © TVT MUSIC INC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com