Let Love Run the Game - Daniel Norgren

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) 'Til 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 they can 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 it 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 sit 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 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 it 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 sit 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 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 'til the ass scrapes Turn sunset into a motherfucking drag-race Now watch it bounce Hit the switch, let it bounce 'til 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 it 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 sit 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

Catch a boat to England, baby, maybe to Spain Wherever I have gone Wherever I've been and gone Wherever I have gone the blues run the game Send out for whiskey, baby, send out for gin Me and room service, honey Me and room service, mama Me and room service, we are living life of sin When I'm not sleeping, honey, you are on my mind When I'm not sleeping, honey I ain't sleeping, mama When I ain't sleeping, you know you'll find me crying Try another city, baby, another town Wherever I have gone Wherever I've been and gone Wherever I have gone the blues come following 'round Living is a gamble, baby, loving's much the same Wherever I have gone Wherever I've rolled them dice Wherever I have gone, the blues are all the same When I'm not drinking baby, someplace down the line When I ain't drinking, honey I ain't drinking, mama When I ain't drinking, oh, you know you'll find me crying So catch a boat to England, baby, maybe to Spain Wherever I have gone Wherever I've been and gone Wherever I have gone the blues run the game

Catch a boat to England baby Maybe to Spain Wherever I have gone Wherever I've been and gone Wherever I have gone The blues are all the same Send out for whiskey mama Send out for gin Me and room service babe Me and room service honey Me and room service Well we're living a life of sin When I'm not drinkin' honey You are on my mind When I'm not sleepin' babe When I ain't sleepin' mama When I'm not sleepin' Well you know you'll find me crying Try another city babe Another town Wherever I have gone Wherever I've been and gone Wherever I have gone The blues come followin' down Livin' is a gamble baby Lovin's much the same Wherever I have played and Whenever I've thrown those dices Wherever I have played The blues have run the game Maybe tomorrow honey Somewhere down the line I'll wake up older So much older mama I'll wake up older And I'll just stop all my trying Catch a boat to England baby Maybe to Spain Wherever I have gone Wherever I've been and gone Wherever I have gone The blues are all the same

I know you want me, but you don't want me to know I know you need me, but you're afraid to show me If you're in the darkness, and you're full of dark I want you know, I want you to know That yo can make it through the heartache You can make till the stars come out Oh, uh Put your head on my chest and, Listen, listen, listen, listen to that beet hey Don't listen to me, I don't know nothing baby No I don't Maybe we can make up with that voice in your head Take it out for a drink Maybe we could tie it up to the bed If you're in the darkness, and you're full of dark I want you know, I want you to know That yo can make it through the heartache You can make till the stars come out Oh, uh Put your head on my chest and, Listen, listen, listen, listen to that beet hey Don't listen to me, I don't know nothing baby Oh, listen, listen, listen to that beet hey Don't listen to me, I'm just acting like I know Always putting on a show for you Dora Lee We can buy 2 tickets, yeah we can let the meter run We can lie around waiting for a light to come Oh, ṗut your head on my chest and listen Don't listen to me, I don't know nothing babe Oh, listen, listen, listen to that beat hey Don't listen to me, don't beat yourself up babe O-oh, listen, listen, listen to that beat hey Don't listen to me, I'm just acting like I know Always putting on a show for you Dora Lee