[Verse 1]
Pull the rag off the six-fo',
Hit the switch, show n***** how the s*** 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 m*********** bounce and break,
And knock both of the screws out the licence plate.
Let the games begin,
These other rap n***** so far behind me, go taste my rims,
s***, let the chronic burn as the datens 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-a** hypnotic down.
(Put your 'cris up!)
If you feel the same way,
Who got 'em hittin' switches NY to LA
[Hook]
(Got the whole world in the club)
Hop in the low-rider, long as you got b****** in the back,
(I turn it into a strip-club)
Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that a**,
(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, call it Aftermath
[Verse 2]
Somebody tell me where the drinks at,
Where the b****** at,
You f****** 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 protégé of the D R E,
You take a picture with him, and you gotta f*** me,
And you gotta f*** Busta, can't touch Eve,
Got something in my waist that you can't touch either,
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****** get scared when n***** 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*** a different b**** seven days a week,
Hit the switch, watch it bounce like a Scott Storch beat.
[Hook]
(Got the whole world in the club)
Hop in the low-rider, long as you got b****** in the back,
(I turn it into a strip-club)
Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that a**,
(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, call it Aftermath
[Verse 3]
Who thought I weren't coming back?
Look at me now,
Hoppin' out the same Cherry six-fo' with the m************ 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 m************ drag-race.
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 gonna twist up)
In the V.I.P.
It's a new day, and if you ever knew Dre,
m***********, you would say I was the new Dre.
Same Impala, different spokes
Same chronic, just a different smoke.
[Hook]
(Got the whole world in the club)
Hop in the low-rider, long as you got b****** in the back,
(I turn it into a strip-club)
Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that a**,
(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, call it Aftermath
Pull the rag off the six-fo',
Hit the switch, show n***** how the s*** 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 m*********** bounce and break,
And knock both of the screws out the licence plate.
Let the games begin,
These other rap n***** so far behind me, go taste my rims,
s***, let the chronic burn as the datens 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-a** hypnotic down.
(Put your 'cris up!)
If you feel the same way,
Who got 'em hittin' switches NY to LA
[Hook]
(Got the whole world in the club)
Hop in the low-rider, long as you got b****** in the back,
(I turn it into a strip-club)
Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that a**,
(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, call it Aftermath
[Verse 2]
Somebody tell me where the drinks at,
Where the b****** at,
You f****** 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 protégé of the D R E,
You take a picture with him, and you gotta f*** me,
And you gotta f*** Busta, can't touch Eve,
Got something in my waist that you can't touch either,
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****** get scared when n***** 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*** a different b**** seven days a week,
Hit the switch, watch it bounce like a Scott Storch beat.
[Hook]
(Got the whole world in the club)
Hop in the low-rider, long as you got b****** in the back,
(I turn it into a strip-club)
Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that a**,
(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, call it Aftermath
[Verse 3]
Who thought I weren't coming back?
Look at me now,
Hoppin' out the same Cherry six-fo' with the m************ 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 m************ drag-race.
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 gonna twist up)
In the V.I.P.
It's a new day, and if you ever knew Dre,
m***********, you would say I was the new Dre.
Same Impala, different spokes
Same chronic, just a different smoke.
[Hook]
(Got the whole world in the club)
Hop in the low-rider, long as you got b****** in the back,
(I turn it into a strip-club)
Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that a**,
(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, call it Aftermath