Game Let`s Ride (clean) Lyrics

Let`s Ride (clean) Lyrics

Pull the rag off the 6 4

Hit the switch, show the whole world how it go

The Game is back, the Aftermath chain is gone

The D's is chrome, the frame is black



So watch it lift up 'til the lowrider bounce and break

And knock both of the screws out the license plate

So let the games begin

These other rappers so far behind me, they could taste my rims



Let the whole turn as the Dayton spin

It ain't been this much drama since I first heard Eminem

'In Da Club', poppin' *** like M&M's

Call it 'Dre Day', we celebratin', *** bring a friend



Bottles on me, tell the waiter to order another round

And put that cheap *** Hypnotiq down

Put your Cris' up if you feel the same way

Who got a mill switches? Everybody



If I could fit the whole hood in the club

Hop in the lowrider, long as it got speakers in the back

I turn into a strip club

Call it a lap dance, when the 6 4 bounce that ***



If I can fit the whole world in the club

Tell the DJ to bang my hits, me on that West Coast tip

Pop bottles and twist up

Roll up everythin' in a bag, get a ***, call it Aftermath



Somebody tell me where the drinks at, where the freaks at?

You lovin' on the first night? Meet me in the back

I got a pound of sticky and a gang of ***

Move ***, you know who they came to see?



The protégé of the D R E

Take a picture with him and you gotta touch me

Then you gotta touch Busta, can't touch Eve

Got somethin' on my waist, say 'You can't touch Eve'



That's my gangsta chick and like Crips and Bloods

We in the club on some gangsta tip

So homie, twist up, light another dub

Everybody high, ain't nobody fightin' in the club



'Ain't Nuthin' But A G Thang', baby, it's a G thang

Bounce like you got hydraulics in your G-string

I'm with a different chick seven days a week

Hit the switch, watch it bounce like a Scott Storch beat



If I could fit the whole hood in the club

Hop in the lowrider, long as it got speakers in the back

I turn into a strip club

Call it a lap dance, when the 6 4 bounce that ***



If I can fit the whole world in the club

Tell the DJ to bang my hits, me on that West Coast tip

Pop bottles and twist up

Roll up everythin' in a bag, get a ***, call it Aftermath



They thought I wasn't comin' back, look at me now

Hoppin' out the same cherry 6 4 with the red rag top down

I'm The Game, homie, call your girl

She ain't home, she with Game, homie



Remember that, Dre? You passed me the torch

I lit the *** with it, now the world is my ashtray

Ridin' three-wheel motion 'til the *** scrapes

Turn Sunset into a Daytona drag race



Now watch it bounce, hit the switch

Let it bounce 'til the police shut the strip down

When you hit the club, tell 'em you came with me

We gon' twist up in the V.I.P.



It's a new day and if you ever knew Dre

Then homie, you would say I was the new Dre

Same Impala, different strokes

Same ***, just a different smoke



If I could fit the whole hood in the club

Hop in the lowrider, long as it got speakers in the back

I turn into a strip club

Call it a lap dance, when the 6 4 bounce that ***



If I can fit the whole world in the club

Tell the DJ to bang my hits, me on that West Coast tip

Pop bottles and twist up

Roll up everythin' in a bag, get a ***, call it Aftermath