[Verse 1]
Pull the rag off the 6-4
Hit the switch, show n****z how the s*** go
The Game is back, the Aftermath chain is gone
The beef 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****z so far behind me
N**** taste my rims, let the chronic burn as the daten 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**** bring a friend
Bottles on me, tell the waiter to order another round
And put that cheap-ass hypnotic down
(Put your Chris up), if you feel the same way
Who got a mill switches, everybody lets ride
[Chorus]
The After got the whole world in the club
Hop in the low-rider, as long as it got b****es in the back
I turn into a strip-club
Call it a lap-dance, when the 6-4 bounce that a**
The After get the whole world in the club
Tell the DJ to bang my s***, the west-coast in this b****
Pop bottles and twist up
Roll up chronic and hash, in a blunt called Aftermath
[Verse 2]
Somebody tell me where the drinks at, where the b****es 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****! who the f*** you think they came to see?
The protege of the D.R.E
Take a picture with him, and you gotta f*** me
And you gotta f*** Busta, can't touch Eve
Got something on my waist and you can't touch Eve
That's my gangsta b****, and like Crips and Bloods
I'm in the club on some gangsta s***
(So n**** twist up), light another dub
B****es get scared when n****z start fighting in the club
Ain't nothing but a G-thang, baby it's a G-thang
Bounce like you got hydraulics in your G-string
I f*** a different b**** seven days a week
Hit the switch, watch it bounce like a Scott Storch beat
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
N****z thought I wasnt coming back, look at me now
Hoppin' out the same Cherry six-fo' with the motherf***ing top down
I'm The Game, n****, call your b**** she ain't home, she with Game, n****
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 a** scrapes
Turn sunset into a motherf***ing dragrace
Now watch it bounce, hit the switch, let it bounce till the police shut the s*** down
(When you hit the club), tell 'em you came with me
(We gon' twist up), in the VIP
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