[Verse 1]
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 whole 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

[Verse 2]
Somebody tell me where the drinks at,
Where the [bad word] at,
You [bad word] on the first night, meet me in the back.
I got a pound of chronic, and a gang of freaks,
Move [bad word]  Who the [bad word] you think they came to see?
The protégé of the R E,
You take a picture with him, and you gotta [bad word] me,
And you gotta [bad word] Busta, can't touch Eve,
Got something in my waist that you can't touch either,
That's - my gangsta [bad word]  and like Crips and Bloods,
I'm in the club on some gangsta [bad word] 
(So [bad word] twist up)
Light another dub, [bad word] get scared when niggas 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 [bad word] a different [bad word] seven days a week,
Hit the switch, watch it bounce like a Scott Storch beat.

[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 whole 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

[Verse 3]
Niggas thought I [bad word] back, look at me now
Look at me now,
Hoppin' out the same Cherry six-fo' with the [bad word] top down,
I'm The Game, [bad word] Call your [bad word]  she ain't home, she with Game, [bad word] 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 [bad word] scrapes,
Turn sunset into a [bad word] drag-race.
Now watch it bounce,
Hit the switch, let it bounce till the police shut the [bad word] 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, [bad word]  you would say I was the new Dre.
Same Impala, different spokes
Same chronic, just a different smoke.

[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