Let's Ride - Lyrics - Game
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Aka as "Strip Club" / "Let's ride (Strip Club)" - dirty version /uncensored.
(Verse 1)
Pull the rag off the six-fo',
Hit the switch, show *** how the *** 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**ker bounce and break,
And knock both of the screws out the licence plate.
Let the games begin,
These other rap *** so far behind they can taste my rims,
***, 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', *** bring a friend.
Bottles on me, tell the waiter to order another round,
And put that cheap-*** 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 it got *** in the back,
(I turn it into a strip-club)
Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ***,
(If I could fit the hole world in the club)
Tell the DJ to *** my ***, the west-coast in this ***
(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 *** at,
You f**king on the first night, meet me in the back.
I got a pound of chronic, and a gang of freaks,
Move ***! Who the f**k you think they came to see?
The protégé of the D R E,
Take a picture with him, and you gotta f**k me,
Then you gotta f**k Busta, can't touch Eve,
Got sumthin on my waist say you can't touch Eve,
That's - my gangsta ***, and like Crips and Bloods,
I'm in the club on some gangsta ***.
(So *** twist up)
Light another dub,
*** get scared when *** 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**k a different *** seven days a week,
Hit the switch, watch it bounce like a Scott Storch beat.
(Hook)
(If I could fit the whole hood in the club)
Hop in the low-rider, long as it got *** in the back,
(I turn it into a strip-club)
Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ***,
(If I could fit the hole world in the club)
Tell the DJ to *** my ***, the west-coast in this ***
(Pop bottles and twist up)
Roll up chronic and hash,
In a blunt, call it Aftermath
(Verse 3)
*** thought I wasn't coming back?
Look at me now,
Hoppin' out the same Cherry six-fo' with the motherf**king top down,
I'm The Game, ***
Call your ***, she ain't home, she with Game, ***
Remember that, Dre
You passed me the torch, I lit the chronic with it, now the world is my ashtray,
Ridin' three-wheel motion 'till the *** scrapes,
Turn sunset into a motherf**king drag-race.
Now watch it bounce,
Hit the switch, let it bounce till the police shut the *** 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**ker, you would say I was the new Dre.
Same Impala, different spokes
Same chronic, just a different smoke.
(Hook)
(If I could fit the whole hood in the club)
Hop in the low-rider, long as it got *** in the back,
(I turn it into a strip-club)
Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ***,
(If I could fit the hole world in the club)
Tell the DJ to *** my ***, the west-coast in this ***
(Pop bottles and twist up)
Roll up chronic and hash,
In a blunt, call it Aftermath
