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 beef 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, 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 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
