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[Verse 1] Pull the rag off the 6-4 Hit the switch, show niggas how the shit 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 motherfucker bounce and break And knock both of the screws out the licence plate Let the games begin, these other rap niggas so far behind me Nigga 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', bitch 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 bitches in the back I turn into a strip-club Call it a lap-dance, when the 6-4 bounce that ass The After get the whole world in the club Tell the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this bitch 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 bitches at You fucking on the first night, meet me in the back I got a pound of chronic, and a gang of freaks Move bitch! who the fuck you think they came to see? The protege of the D.R.E Take a picture with him, and you gotta fuck me And you gotta fuck Busta, can't touch Eve Got something on my waist and you can't touch Eve That's my gangsta bitch, and like Crips and Bloods I'm in the club on some gangsta shit (So nigga twist up), light another dub Bitches get scared when niggas 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 fuck a different bitch seven days a week Hit the switch, watch it bounce like a Scott Storch beat
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[Verse 3] Niggas thought I wasn't coming back, look at me now Hoppin' out the same Cherry six-fo' with the motherfucking top down I'm The Game, nigga, call your bitch she ain't home, she with Game, nigga 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 ass scrapes Turn sunset into a motherfucking dragrace Now watch it bounce, hit the switch, let it bounce till the police shut the shit down (When you hit the club), tell 'em you came with me (We gon' twist up), in the VIP
It's a new day and if you ever knew Dre Motherfucker you'll say I was the new Dre, Same Impala different spokes, Same chronic for different folks.
