Let's Ride
作词 : J Taylor/Scott Storch
作曲 : J Taylor/Scott Storch
[Verse 1]
Pull 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 Ds is chrome, the frame is black (So watch it lift up)
'Til the mother****er 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 could taste my rims
Shit, let the chronic burn as the Daytons 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 ‘cris up!)
If you feel the same way
Who got 'em hittin' switches NY to LA
[Chorus]
(If I could fit the whole hood 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 ass
(If I could fit 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, call it Aftermath
[Verse 2]
Somebody tell me where the drinks at, where the bitches at
You ****in' on the first night, meet me in the back
I got a pound of chronic, and a gang of freaks
Move bitch! Who the **** you think they came to see?
The protégé of the D-R-E
Take a picture with him, then you gotta **** me
And you gotta **** Busta, can’t touch Eve
Got somethin' in my waist that you can’t touch either
That’s, my gangsta bitch, and like Crips and Bloods
I’m in the club on some gangsta shit (So nigga twist up)
Light another dub
Bitches get scared when niggas start fightin' in the club
Ain’t nothin' but a g-thing, baby it’s a g-thing
Bounce like you got hydraulics in your g-string
I **** a different bitch seven days a week
Hit the switch, watch it bounce like a Scott Storch beat
[Chorus]
(If I could fit the whole hood 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 ass
(If I could fit the hole 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, call it Aftermath
[Verse 3]
Niggas thought I wasn’t coming back, look at me now
Hoppin' out the same Cherry six-fo'
With the mother****ing 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 mother****ing drag-race
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 gonna twist up)
In the V.I.P
It’s a new day, and if you ever knew Dre
Mother****er, you would say I was the new Dre
Same Impala, different spokes
Same chronic, just a different smoke
[Chorus]
(If I could fit the whole hood 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 ass
(If I could fit the hole 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, call it Aftermath
Let's RideLRC歌词
[00:00.000] 作词 : J Taylor/Scott Storch
[00:01.000] 作曲 : J Taylor/Scott Storch
[00:20.455][Verse 1]
[00:22.424]Pull the rag off the six-fo'
[00:24.447]Hit the switch, show niggas how the shit go
[00:26.727]The Game is back, the Aftermath chain is gone
[00:29.460]The Ds is chrome, the frame is black (So watch it lift up)
[00:32.815]'Til the mother****er bounce and break
[00:34.374]And knock both of the screws out the licence plate
[00:37.040]Let the games begin
[00:38.409]These other rap niggas so far behind me could taste my rims
[00:41.622]Shit, let the chronic burn as the Daytons spin
[00:44.118]It ain’t been this much drama since I first heard Eminem
[00:47.128]In the club, poppin' X pills like M&Ms
[00:49.737]Call it Dre day, we celebratin', bitch bring a friend
[00:52.309]Bottles on me, tell the waiter to order another round
[00:54.887]And put that cheap-ass Hypnotic down (Put your ‘cris up!)
[00:58.301]If you feel the same way
[00:59.643]Who got 'em hittin' switches NY to LA
[01:00.681][Chorus]
[01:01.297](If I could fit the whole hood in the club)
[01:03.611]Hop in the low-rider, long as you got bitches in the back
[01:07.008](I turn it into a strip-club)
[01:08.643]Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ass
[01:11.750](If I could fit the whole world in the club)
[01:13.723]Tell the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this bitch
[01:17.046](Pop bottles and twist up)
[01:18.658]Roll up chronic and hash
[01:20.697]In a blunt, call it Aftermath
[01:21.998][Verse 2]
[01:22.966]Somebody tell me where the drinks at, where the bitches at
[01:25.730]You ****in' on the first night, meet me in the back
[01:28.264]I got a pound of chronic, and a gang of freaks
[01:30.940]Move bitch! Who the **** you think they came to see?
[01:33.312]The protégé of the D-R-E
[01:35.358]Take a picture with him, then you gotta **** me
[01:38.186]And you gotta **** Busta, can’t touch Eve
[01:40.637]Got somethin' in my waist that you can’t touch either
[01:43.676]That’s, my gangsta bitch, and like Crips and Bloods
[01:46.373]I’m in the club on some gangsta shit (So nigga twist up)
[01:49.708]Light another dub
[01:50.848]Bitches get scared when niggas start fightin' in the club
[01:53.624]Ain’t nothin' but a g-thing, baby it’s a g-thing
[01:56.310]Bounce like you got hydraulics in your g-string
[01:58.836]I **** a different bitch seven days a week
[02:01.140]Hit the switch, watch it bounce like a Scott Storch beat
[02:03.081][Chorus]
[02:03.508](If I could fit the whole hood in the club)
[02:05.372]Hop in the low-rider, long as you got bitches in the back
[02:08.218](I turn it into a strip-club)
[02:10.242]Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ass
[02:13.327](If I could fit the hole world in the club)
[02:15.361]Tell the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this bitch
[02:18.575](Pop bottles and twist up)
[02:20.675]Roll up chronic and hash
[02:22.444]In a blunt, call it Aftermath
[02:23.519][Verse 3]
[02:24.213]Niggas thought I wasn’t coming back, look at me now
[02:27.404]Hoppin' out the same Cherry six-fo'
[02:29.655]With the mother****ing top down, I'm The Game, nigga
[02:32.634]Call your bitch, she ain't home, she with Game, nigga
[02:35.150]Remember that, Dre you passed me the torch
[02:37.504]I lit the chronic with it, now the world is my ashtray
[02:40.013]Ridin' three-wheel motion ‘till the ass scrapes
[02:42.650]Turn sunset into a mother****ing drag-race
[02:45.098]Now watch it bounce
[02:46.578]Hit the switch, let it bounce till the police shut the shit down
[02:49.867](When you hit the club)
[02:51.181]Tell 'em you came with me (We gonna twist up)
[02:53.717]In the V.I.P
[02:55.298]It’s a new day, and if you ever knew Dre
[02:58.443]Mother****er, you would say I was the new Dre
[03:00.612]Same Impala, different spokes
[03:02.865]Same chronic, just a different smoke
[03:04.569][Chorus]
[03:04.958](If I could fit the whole hood in the club)
[03:06.854]Hop in the low-rider, long as you got bitches in the back
[03:09.899](I turn it into a strip-club)
[03:11.863]Call it a lap-dance, when the six-fo' bounce that ass
[03:14.399](If I could fit the hole world in the club)
[03:16.876]Tell the DJ to bang my shit, the west-coast in this bitch
[03:19.954](Pop bottles and twist up)
[03:22.120]Roll up chronic and hash
[03:23.726]In a blunt, call it Aftermath
