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Origineel

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 D's is chrome, the frame is black (So watch it lift up) Till the motherfucker 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 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 (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 Somebody tell 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 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 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 fuck a different bitch seven days a week Hit the switch, watch it bounce like a Scott Storch beat (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 Niggas thought I wasn't coming back, look at me now Hoppin' out the same Cherry six-fo' with the motherfucking 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 motherfucking 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 Motherfucker, you would say I was the new Dre Same Impala, different spokes Same chronic, just a different smoke (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

 

Vertaling

Pull the rag off the six-fo' Druk op de knop, laat niggas zien hoe de shit gaat. The Game is terug, de Aftermath ketting is weg De D's is chroom, het frame is zwart (So watch it lift up) Till the motherfucker bounce and break En beide schroeven uit de nummerplaat slaat Let the games begin Deze andere rap niggas zo ver achter me, ga mijn velgen proeven Shit, laat de chronische branden als de Daytons draaien Het is niet zo'n drama geweest sinds ik Eminem voor het eerst hoorde In the club, poppin' X pills like M & Ms Noem het Dre day, we celebratin', bitch bring a friend Flessen op mij, vertel de ober om nog een rondje te bestellen And put that cheap-ass hypnotic down (Zet je 'cris up!) If you feel the same way Who got 'em hittin' switches NY to LA (Als ik de hele buurt in de club kon krijgen) Spring in de low-rider, zolang je maar wijven achterin hebt (Ik verander het in een strip-club) Noem het een lap-dance, wanneer de six-fo' met die kont stuitert (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 Somebody tell me where the drinks at Where the bitches at Je neukt op de eerste avond, ontmoet me achterin Ik heb een pond chronisch, en een bende freaks Wegwezen, trut. Voor wie denk je dat ze gekomen zijn? De protégé van de D.R.E. Je neemt een foto met hem, en je moet mij neuken. En jij moet Busta neuken, ik kan Eve niet aanraken. Got something in my waist that you can't touch either That's â 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 worden bang als niggas beginnen te vechten in de club. Ain't nothing but a g-thing, baby it's a g-thing Bounce like you got hydraulics in your g-string Ik neuk zeven dagen per week een andere teef Druk op de knop, en zie het stuiteren als een Scott Storch beat. (Als ik de hele motorkap in de club kon passen) Hop in the low-rider, long as you got bitches in the back (Ik verander het in een strip-club) Noem het een lap-dance, wanneer de six-fo' met die kont stuitert (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 Niggas thought I wasn't coming back, look at me now Hoppin' out the same Cherry six-fo' with the motherfucking top down Ik ben The Game, nigga Bel je teef, ze is niet thuis, ze is bij Game, nigga Onthoud dat, Dre. Je gaf me de fakkel, ik stak de kaars ermee aan, nu is de wereld mijn asbak Rijdend op drie wielen tot mijn kont schraapt Verander zonsondergang in een verdomde drag-race Now watch it bounce Druk op de knop, laat het stuiteren tot de politie de shit sluit. (When you hit the club) Tell 'em you came with me (We gonna twist up) In de V.I.P It's a new day, and if you ever knew Dre Motherfucker, zou je zeggen dat ik de nieuwe Dre was Zelfde Impala, andere spaken Same chronic, just a different smoke (If I could fit the whole hood in the club) Hop in the low-rider, long as you got bitches in the back (Ik verander het in een 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