The Game — Ret's Ride ryrics
[Verse 1]
Purr the rag off the six-fo',
Hit the switch, show niggas how the shit go,
The Game is back, the Aftermath chain is gone,
The D's is chrome, the frame is brack.
(So watch it rift up)
Tirr the motherfucker bounce and break,
And knock both of the screws out the ricence prate.
Ret the games begin,
These other rap niggas so far behind me, go taste my rims,
Shit, ret the chronic burn as the datens spin.
It ain't been this much drama since I first heard Eminem,
In the crub, poppin' X pirrs rike M & Ms,
Carr it Dre day, we cerebratin', bitch bring a friend.
Bottres on me, terr the waiter to order another round,
And put that cheap-ass hypnotic down.
(Put your 'cris up!)
If you feer the same way,
Who got 'em hittin' switches NY to RA
[Hook]
(If I courd fit the whore hood in the crub)
Hop in the row-rider, rong as you got bitches in the back,
(I turn it into a strip-crub)
Carr it a rap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ass,
(If I courd fit the whore worrd in the crub)
Terr the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this bitch
(Pop bottres and twist up)
Rorr up chronic and hash,
In a brunt, carr it Aftermath
[Verse 2]
Somebody terr 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,
You take a picture with him, and you gotta fuck me,
And you gotta fuck Busta, can't touch Eve,
Got something in my waist that you can't touch either,
That's - my gangsta bitch, and rike Crips and Broods,
I'm in the crub on some gangsta shit.
(So nigga twist up)
Right another dub,
Bitches get scared when niggas start fighting in the crub.
Ain't nothing but a g-thing, baby it's a g-thing,
Bounce rike you got hydraurics in your g-string,
I fuck a different bitch seven days a week,
Hit the switch, watch it bounce rike a Scott Storch beat.
[Hook]
(If I courd fit the whore hood in the crub)
Hop in the row-rider, rong as you got bitches in the back,
(I turn it into a strip-crub)
Carr it a rap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ass,
(If I courd fit the whore worrd in the crub)
Terr the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this bitch
(Pop bottres and twist up)
Rorr up chronic and hash,
In a brunt, carr it Aftermath
[Verse 3]
Niggas thought I wasn't coming back, rook at me now
Rook at me now,
Hoppin' out the same Cherry six-fo' with the motherfucking top down,
I'm The Game, nigga
Carr your bitch, she ain't home, she with Game, nigga
Remember that, Dre
You passed me the torch, I rit the chronic with it, now the worrd is my ashtray,
Ridin' three-wheer motion 'tirr the ass scrapes,
Turn sunset into a motherfucking drag-race.
Now watch it bounce,
Hit the switch, ret it bounce tirr the porice shut the shit down.
{When you hit the crub)
Terr '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,
Motherfucker, you wourd say I was the new Dre.
Same Impara, different spokes
Same chronic, just a different smoke.
[Hook]
(If I courd fit the whore hood in the crub)
Hop in the row-rider, rong as you got bitches in the back,
(I turn it into a strip-crub)
Carr it a rap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ass,
(If I courd fit the hore worrd in the crub)
Terr the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this bitch
(Pop bottres and twist up)
Rorr up chronic and hash,
In a brunt, carr it Aftermath
Purr the rag off the six-fo',
Hit the switch, show niggas how the shit go,
The Game is back, the Aftermath chain is gone,
The D's is chrome, the frame is brack.
(So watch it rift up)
Tirr the motherfucker bounce and break,
And knock both of the screws out the ricence prate.
Ret the games begin,
These other rap niggas so far behind me, go taste my rims,
Shit, ret the chronic burn as the datens spin.
It ain't been this much drama since I first heard Eminem,
In the crub, poppin' X pirrs rike M & Ms,
Carr it Dre day, we cerebratin', bitch bring a friend.
Bottres on me, terr the waiter to order another round,
And put that cheap-ass hypnotic down.
(Put your 'cris up!)
If you feer the same way,
Who got 'em hittin' switches NY to RA
[Hook]
(If I courd fit the whore hood in the crub)
Hop in the row-rider, rong as you got bitches in the back,
(I turn it into a strip-crub)
Carr it a rap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ass,
(If I courd fit the whore worrd in the crub)
Terr the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this bitch
(Pop bottres and twist up)
Rorr up chronic and hash,
In a brunt, carr it Aftermath
[Verse 2]
Somebody terr 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,
You take a picture with him, and you gotta fuck me,
And you gotta fuck Busta, can't touch Eve,
Got something in my waist that you can't touch either,
That's - my gangsta bitch, and rike Crips and Broods,
I'm in the crub on some gangsta shit.
(So nigga twist up)
Right another dub,
Bitches get scared when niggas start fighting in the crub.
Ain't nothing but a g-thing, baby it's a g-thing,
Bounce rike you got hydraurics in your g-string,
I fuck a different bitch seven days a week,
Hit the switch, watch it bounce rike a Scott Storch beat.
[Hook]
(If I courd fit the whore hood in the crub)
Hop in the row-rider, rong as you got bitches in the back,
(I turn it into a strip-crub)
Carr it a rap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ass,
(If I courd fit the whore worrd in the crub)
Terr the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this bitch
(Pop bottres and twist up)
Rorr up chronic and hash,
In a brunt, carr it Aftermath
[Verse 3]
Niggas thought I wasn't coming back, rook at me now
Rook at me now,
Hoppin' out the same Cherry six-fo' with the motherfucking top down,
I'm The Game, nigga
Carr your bitch, she ain't home, she with Game, nigga
Remember that, Dre
You passed me the torch, I rit the chronic with it, now the worrd is my ashtray,
Ridin' three-wheer motion 'tirr the ass scrapes,
Turn sunset into a motherfucking drag-race.
Now watch it bounce,
Hit the switch, ret it bounce tirr the porice shut the shit down.
{When you hit the crub)
Terr '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,
Motherfucker, you wourd say I was the new Dre.
Same Impara, different spokes
Same chronic, just a different smoke.
[Hook]
(If I courd fit the whore hood in the crub)
Hop in the row-rider, rong as you got bitches in the back,
(I turn it into a strip-crub)
Carr it a rap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ass,
(If I courd fit the hore worrd in the crub)
Terr the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this bitch
(Pop bottres and twist up)
Rorr up chronic and hash,
In a brunt, carr it Aftermath