Stop movin? a bump bump, yeah
Let?s ride
Please make it hot (mmm)
Thugs make it hot (uh huh)
Get it crunk from begin to end
Get on the floor bet it bump more
shake it mami

Stop movin? a bump bump, yeah
Let?s ride
Please make it hot (mmm)
Thugs make it hot (uh huh)
Get it crunk from begin to end
Get on the floor bet it bump more (c?mon)
shake it mami

So nice to meet cha?
Cause everything about cha?
Says you're my type and I love it
So good to see ya?
Cause everything about cha?s right
And I like it
I can?t take my eyes off you
Ohhh, you got me thinking?
What I might do when
When we leave here together
Oh, homie your so fine
And on my mind

I ain?t gon? lie your kinda hot
You got my attention and it takes a lot
Baby you turn me on
I?m not gon? letcha lone
All I want to do
Is to get to know you betta
Im?a ghetto girl that can do whateva
Then say it?s all good
C?mon now yes you would

I?m looking? at chu
Me and my girls
And your homeboy?s too
I can dig that cause I?m into you
So act like you hear me
Cause I?m hollerin? at chu
So c?mon baby

I?m looking? at chu
Me and my girls
And your homeboy?s too
I can dig that cause I?m into you
So act like you hear me
Cause I?m hollerin? at chu
So c?mon baby

Are you there baby
I?ll hold it down if you let me
Baby, I?ma rider (ohh, baby)
And I?ma good girl
And I?m rollin?
You can?t live without it
Now let me break it down

I?ma nice girl
She a in the past girl
But If I?m next
I?ll swear i'll be your last girl
Now don?t chu go thinking? I?ma fast girl
But I?m that girl, OHHHH

I ain?t gon? lie your kinda hot
You got my attention and it takes a lot
Baby you turn me on
I?m not gon? letcha lone
All I want to do
Is to get to know you betta
Im?a ghetto girl that can do whateva
Then say it?s all good
C?mon now yes you would

I?m looking? at chu
Me and my girls
And your homeboy?s too
I can dig that cause I?m into you
So act like you hear me
Cause I?m hollerin? at chu
So c?mon baby

I?m looking? at chu
Me and my girls
And your homeboy?s too
I can dig that cause I?m into you
So act like you hear me
Cause I?m hollerin? at chu
So c?mon baby

Boy, yes you is
I can see it in your eyes
You need a girl that
Will have you be luvin? you babe
Ohhhh
I said It?s real
How I feel
I won?t let chu hide from me
Cause I know it?s aright for me, yeah?..

I?m looking? at chu
Me and my girls
And your homeboy?s too
I can dig that cause I?m into you
So act like you hear me
Cause I?m hollerin? at chu
So c?mon baby

I?m looking? at chu
Me and my girls
And your homeboy?s too
I can dig that cause I?m into you
So act like you hear me
Cause I?m hollerin? at chu
So c?mon baby

[Chorus: sung by Tracey Nelson]
Walkin down the street, in my All Stars
In my, khaki suit, doin what (I) do
Walkin down the street, smokin, chronic
In my black locs, lookin, (AT) you

[The Game]
Guess who's back on the West coast tracks
It's the motherfuckin messiah of gangsta rap
Still dip in the six-fo', still puffin on the same chronic
Haters mad cause I still got it
I never fall off, even without the Doc
You niggaz sellin your soul tryin to stay on top
Bitch nigga check your Kotex, you niggaz ain't movin shit
like the hand on a fake-ass Rolex
I'm five million sold, the cover of my last album
the only time you see me sittin on gold
I'm the most anticipated, most celebrated
Most loved and the motherfuckin most hated
Keep rollin like gold Daytons
Niggaz got the game fucked up like Hennessy with a Coke chaser
You gotta deal with me, I'm the West coast saviour
Niggaz think of me everytime they six-fo' scraper

[Mac Minister]
What do you call a nigga who's overbearin
Belligerent, foul, defiant and very disrespectful
You call that nigga the Doctor's Advocate
He's a reflection of Dr. Dre in his heyday in the worst way
The five star surgeon general
Took Jayceon to the Aftermath research department
And gave him a blood test
It came back G-A-M-E positive
The nigga's infected with the Game virus
His oratorical skills are so impeccable
That niggaz in the streets call him Cyrus
The young don who is down with violence
cause in his heart he's a tyrant
It's not a game, it's just called The Game
There'll be no referees, no halftime reports
When the game is over, The Game is over
You can't put a quarter in the machine and get three mo' men
THAT'S, the end

[Chorus]

[The Game]
I done been to hell and back
Left for dead, you know who to thank for that
Finished my second LP without a Dr. Dre track
You can take my soul but can't take my plaques
I'm the motherfuckin snare when it touch the beat
I'm the 808 drum that got you movin your feet
I'm the heir to the throne after the D-R-E
Product of my environment, you old-ass niggaz
get ready for your early retirement
Before I let hip-hop burn down I run in the building like a fireman
Who can outspit me when I'm high off sticky
Throwin back Patron shots in some creased up dickies
I'm D.O.C. certified, Ice Cube (Lynch'd) me
Snoop stamped me and the good Doc handpicked me
You still with me? Me and my mic
can't be seperated like Interscope and - hahaha
Ohhh shit
This some good ass motherfuckin weed
California sticky green!
This is the aftermath for the Aftermath
West, coast!

[Verse 1:]
[Warren G:]
When I step up in the place your chance is gone
That bitch you was glancin on
If she leaves with me, no chance that her pants is on
No bra no panties on
Make me suck the same thang that my hand be on
Redbone big bitch with a sandy tone
We gone, South Beach in the Miami zone
Damn she wrong, bad little candy cone
One head nod from me she out the door
One head job from her she out the door
Back to the beach, back yo, the line o
All bullshit aside she's a cold piece
The type to might go search the whole beach
The type to might go out and bring back somethin wild
Screamin, fuck me fuck me fuck me!!!

[Chorus:]
[Toi:]
Sexy walkin with that attitude, you lookin at me, I'm lookin at you
Although I know I wan't you I just can't help but check for you
Lookin at me, I'm lookin at you
Sneaky ways but I ain't mad at you, lookin at me, lookin at you
Just imagine how this could go, I wan't you so
And if you give me a chance, boy you know it's gonna get real
Uh huh, yeah huh

[Verse 2:]
[Warren G:]
I take mine from all waist line, face to the dime, waste no time
Grind on the dicktake mine with a lick
You still be singin that Sunshine shit
It's your world girl come collide with the dick
Some hot tone champagne Heather Hunter dominant some moan shit
Home alone on some groan shit
King Kong make you moan with this
And still wan't it all, in the club bathroom stall
Backseat take your clothes off
And still fuck your broad, and all it take is one phone call
Show up, and I'm beatin up all walls
No joke, she broke all laws,handcuff a nigga lost balls

[Bridge:]
[Toi:]
There we roll (Creep)
I got a spot where we could go and roll (Creep)
Whether you can kick it holla let me know (She creep)
I'll keep it on the low, ooh oh oh (Creep creep creep creep)

[Verse 3:]
[Warren G:]
Sexy walkin with a street attitude
Love to get between the streets and cheat on your dude
Besides, these drugs, got me in the mood
After the club we can choose how Stella got her groove
I ain't tryin to live rude, meet at my room number 2-1-3
Private slumber party, with your name on the V-I-P
That's how we get crunked sip realy and get drunk

[Chorus:]
[Toi:]
Sexy walkin with that attitude, you lookin at me, I'm lookin at you
Although I know I wan't you I just can't help but check for you
Lookin at me, I'm lookin at you
Sneaky ways but I ain't mad at you, lookin at me, lookin at you
Just imagine how this could go, I wan't you so
And if you give me a chance, boy you know it's gonna get real