[00:03.760]Pull the rag off the six-fo＇,
[00:23.870]Hit the switch, show niggas how the shit go,
[00:30.190]The Game is back, the Aftermath chain is gone,
[00:32.320]The D＇s is chrome, the frame is black.
[00:34.880]（So watch it lift up）
[00:36.450]
[00:37.690]Till the motherfucker bounce and break,
[00:38.940]And knock both of the screws out the licence plate.
[00:40.510]Let the games begin,
[00:40.630]These other rap niggas so far behind they can taste my rims,
[00:43.260]Shit, let the chronic burn as the daytons spin.
[00:43.560]It ain＇t been this much drama since I first heard Eminem,
[00:45.880]In the club, poppin＇ X pills like M & Ms,
[00:48.260]Call it Dre day, we celebratin＇, bitch bring a friend.
[00:50.320]Bottles on me, tell the waiter to order another round,
[00:54.190]And put that cheap-ass hypnotic down.
[00:55.630]（Put your ＇cris up!）
[00:56.880]If you feel the same way,
[00:58.760]Who got ＇em hittin＇ switches NY to LA
[01:01.760]（If I could fit the whole hood in the club）
[01:03.880]Hop in the low-rider, ＇long as it got bitches in the back,
[01:06.570]（I turn it into a strip-club）
[01:07.940]Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo＇ bounce that ass,
[01:10.500]（If I could fit the hole world in the club）
[01:12.450]Tell the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this bitch
[01:15.260]（Pop bottles and twist up）
[01:16.570]Roll up chronic and hash,
[01:20.560]In a blunt, call it Aftermath
[01:21.940]Somebody tell me where the drinks at,
[01:23.190]Where the bitches at,
[01:24.130]You fucking on the first night, meet me in the back.
[01:26.880]I got a pound of chronic, and a gang of freaks,
[01:29.880]Move bitch! Who the fuck you think they came to see?
[01:32.510]The protg of the D R E,
[01:35.320]Take a picture with him, and you gotta fuck me,
[01:37.010]Then you gotta fuck Busta, can＇t touch Eve,
[01:39.450]Got sumthin on my waist say you can＇t touch Eve,
[01:46.700]That＇s - my gangsta bitch, and like Crips and Bloods,
[01:48.570]I＇m in the club on some gangsta shit.
[01:49.820]（So nigga twist up）
[01:50.070]Light another dub,
[01:51.000]Bitches get scared when niggas start fighting in the club.
[01:53.070]Ain＇t nothing but a g-thing, baby it＇s a g-thing,
[01:55.450]Bounce like you got hydraulics in your g-string,
[01:57.010]I fuck a different bitch seven days a week,
[01:58.440]Hit the switch, watch it bounce like a Scott Storch beat.
[01:59.940]（If I could fit the whole hood in the club）
[02:02.390]Hop in the low-rider, long as it got bitches in the back,
[02:04.510]（I turn it into a strip-club）
[02:05.570]Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo＇ bounce that ass,
[02:11.880]（If I could fit the hole world in the club）
[02:13.000]Tell the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this bitch
[02:14.190]（Pop bottles and twist up）
[02:15.200]Roll up chronic and hash,
[02:15.380]In a blunt, call it Aftermath
[02:19.550]Niggaz thought I wasn＇t coming back?
[02:23.230]Look at me now,
[02:25.230]Hoppin＇ out the same Cherry six-fo＇ with the motherfucking top down,
[02:27.990]I＇m The Game, nigga
[02:29.300]Call your bitch, she ain＇t home, she with Game, nigga
[02:36.490]Remember that, Dre
[02:36.610]You passed me the torch, I lit the chronic with it, now the world is my ashtray,
[02:39.360]Ridin＇ three-wheel motion ＇till the ass scrapes,
[02:41.490]Turn sunset into a motherfucking drag-race.
[02:42.860]Now watch it bounce,
[02:43.670]Hit the switch, let it bounce till the police shut the shit down.
[02:47.240]{When you hit the club）
[02:47.670]Tell ＇em you came with me,
[02:48.800]（We gonna twist up）
[02:49.610]In the V.I.P.
[02:50.860]It＇s a new day, and if you ever knew Dre,
[02:57.170]Motherfucker, you would say I was the new Dre.
[02:59.740]Same Impala, different spokes
[03:00.740]Same chronic, just a different smoke.
[03:02.420]（If I could fit the whole hood in the club）
[03:04.050]Hop in the low-rider, long as it got bitches in the back,
[03:07.240]（I turn it into a strip-club）
[03:09.050]Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo＇ bounce that ass,
[03:13.920]（If I could fit the hole world in the club）
[03:15.680]Tell the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this bitch
[03:17.740]（Pop bottles and twist up）
[03:19.370]Roll up chronic and hash,
[03:20.360]In a blunt, call it Aftermath