Pull the rag off the six-fo',
Hit the switch, show niggas how the [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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, go taste my rims, [bad word]  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', [bad word] bring a friend.
Bottles on me, tell the waiter to order another round,
And put that cheap [bad word] hypnotic down.
(Put your 'cris up!)
If you feel the same way,
Who got 'em hittin' switches NY to LA

[Hook]
(If I could fit the whole hood in the club)
Hop in the low-rider, long as you got [bad word] in the back,
(I turn it into a strip-club)
Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that [bad word] 
(If I could fit the hole world in the club)
Tell the DJ to bang my [bad word]  the west-coast in this [bad word] (Pop bottles and twist up)
Roll up chronic and hash,
In a blunt, call it Aftermath