[Verse
1]
Pull
the
rag
off
the
6-4
Hit
the
switch,
show
niggaz
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
niggaz
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,
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
protégé
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
niggaz
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
[Chorus]
[Verse
3]
Niggaz
thought
I
wasnt
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