wat r the lyrics of let's ride(strip club) by the game?

Answer 1

"Let's Ride (Strip Club)"

[Verse 1:]
The rag off the six-fo',
Hit the switch, show ****** how the **** 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 ************ bounce and break,
And knock both of the screws out the licence plate.
Let the games begin,
These other rap ****** so far behind me, go taste my rims,
****, 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', ***** bring a friend.
Bottles on me, tell the waiter to order another round,
And put that cheap-*** hypnotic down.
(Put your 'cris up!)
If you feel the same way,
Who got 'em hittin' switches NY to LA

[Hook:]
(Got the whole world in the club)
Hop in the low-rider, long as you got bitches in the back,
(I turn it into a strip-club)
Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ***,
(Get the whole world in the club)
Tell the DJ to bang my ****, the west-coast in this *****
(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 bitches at,
You ******* on the first night, meet me in the back.
I got a pound of chronic, and a gang of freaks,
Move *****! Who the **** you think they came to see?
The protégé of the D R E,
You take a picture with him, and you gotta **** me,
And you gotta **** Busta, can't touch Eve,
Got something in my waist that you can't touch either,
That's - my gangsta *****, and like Crips and Bloods,
I'm in the club on some gangsta ****.
(So ***** twist up)
Light another dub,
Bitches get scared when ****** 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 **** a different ***** seven days a week,
Hit the switch, watch it bounce like a Scott Storch beat.

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

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

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


Hope I helped!

Answer 2

Verse 1]
Pull the rag off the 6-4
Hit the switch, show ****** how the **** 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 ************ bounce and break
And knock both of the screws out the licence plate
Let the games begin, these other rap n****z so far behind me
Ni*** 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', b***h bring a friend
Bottles on me, tell the waiter to order another round
And put that cheap-a** 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, long as it got b*****s in the back
I turn into a strip-club
Call it a lap-dance, when the 6-4 bounce that a**
The After get the whole world in the club
Tell the DJ to bang my sh**, the west-coast in this b***h
Pop bottles and twist up
Roll up chronic and hash, in a blunt called Aftermath

[Verse 2]
Somebody tell me where the drinks at, where the b*****s at
You f*****g on the first night, meet me in the back
I got a pound of chronic, and a gang of freaks
Move b***h! who the f**k you think they came to see?
The protage of the D.R.E
Take a picture with him, and you gotta f*** me
And you gotta f*** Busta, can't touch Eve
Got something on my waist and you can't touch Eve
That's my gangsta b****, and like Crips and Bloods
I'm in the club on some gangsta sh**
(So ni*** twist up), light another dub
B*****s get scared when n****z start fighting in the club
Ain't nothing but a G-thang, baby it's a G-thang
Bounce like you got hydraulics in your G-string
I f*** a different b**** seven days a week
Hit the switch, watch it bounce like a Scott Storch beat

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
N****z thought I wasnt coming back, look at me now
Hoppin' out the same Cherry six-fo' with the motherf*****g top down
I'm The Game, n***a, call your b**** she ain't home, she with Game, ni***
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 a** scrapes
Turn sunset into a motherf*****g dragrace
Now watch it bounce, hit the switch, let it bounce till the police shut the **** down
(When you hit the club), tell 'em you came with me
(We gon' twist up), in the VIP

Answer 3

Pull the rag off the 6-4
Hit the switch, show ****** how the **** 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 ************ bounce and break
And knock both of the screws out the licence plate
Let the games begin, these other rap ****** so far behind me
***** 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', ***** bring a friend
Bottles on me, tell the waiter to order another round
And put that cheap-*** 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 ***
The After get the whole world in the club
Tell the DJ to bang my ****, the west-coast in this *****
Pop bottles and twist up
Roll up chronic and hash, in a blunt called Aftermath

[Verse 2]
Somebody tell me where the drinks at, where the bitches at
You ******* on the first night, meet me in the back
I got a pound of chronic, and a gang of freaks
Move *****! who the **** you think they came to see?
The prot?g? of the D.R.E
Take a picture with him, and you gotta **** me
And you gotta **** Busta, can't touch Eve
Got something on my waist and you can't touch Eve
That's my gangsta *****, and like Crips and Bloods
I'm in the club on some gangsta ****
(So ***** twist up), light another dub
Bitches get scared when ****** start fighting in the club
Ain't nothing but a G-thang, baby it's a G-thang
Bounce like you got hydraulics in your G-string
I **** a different ***** seven days a week
Hit the switch, watch it bounce like a Scott Storch beat

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
****** thought I wasnt coming back, look at me now
Hoppin' out the same Cherry six-fo' with the ************* top down
I'm The Game, *****, call your ***** she ain't home, she with Game, *****
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 *** scrapes
Turn sunset into a ************* dragrace
Now watch it bounce, hit the switch, let it bounce till the police shut the **** down
(When you hit the club), tell 'em you came with me
(We gon' twist up), in the VIP

Answer 4

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Hi Believe these are the Lyrics. They may not be all correct
I hope this what you are looking for


Pull the rag off the six-fo',
Hit the switch, show ****** how the **** 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 ************ bounce and break,
And knock both of the screws out the licence plate.
Let the games begin,
These other rap ****** so far behind me, go taste my rims,
****, 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', ***** bring a friend.
Bottles on me, tell the waiter to order another round,
And put that cheap-*** hypnotic down.
(Put your 'cris up!)
If you feel the same way,
Who got 'em hittin' switches NY to LA

[Hook]
(Got the whole world in the club)
Hop in the low-rider, long as you got bitches in the back,
(I turn it into a strip-club)
Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ***,
(Get the whole world in the club)
Tell the DJ to bang my ****, the west-coast in this *****
(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 bitches at,
You ******* on the first night, meet me in the back.
I got a pound of chronic, and a gang of freaks,
Move *****! Who the **** you think they came to see?
The protégé of the D R E,
You take a picture with him, and you gotta **** me,
And you gotta **** Busta, can't touch Eve,
Got something in my waist that you can't touch either,
That's - my gangsta *****, and like Crips and Bloods,
I'm in the club on some gangsta ****.
(So ***** twist up)
Light another dub,

Bitches get scared when ****** 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 **** a different ***** seven days a week,
Hit the switch, watch it bounce like a Scott Storch beat.

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

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

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

Answer 5

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