"Put You On The Game" lyrics

Electro-convulsive therapy, part one

[Timbaland:]
Go 'head, go 'head, go 'head, do the Prep with me
Go 'head, go 'head, go 'head, do the Stank with me
Go 'head, go 'head, go 'head, do the Wop with me
Go 'head, go 'head, go 'head Game

[The Game:]
First things first (Aftermath) The Chronic is back
This is indo, produced by Timbo
Game over; nah the N.W.A. chain choker
Is burning rubber inside the Range Rover
Chain smoking, purple haze
This ain't another one of those, this the rebirth of Dre
The rebirth of L.A., the rebirth of hip-hop
Another memorial for Makaveli and Big Pop'
Hold up, Timb stop - I said
This another memorial for Makaveli and Big Pop'
G-G-G-G-G - young homey got shit locked
Public Enemy #1, Flavor Flav with a wristwatch
All black G-Units, all black Impala
I'm a schitzo, three-wheeling the six-fo'
50 Cent know I'm Compton's most wanted when I'm riding with Timbo

[The Game & Timbaland:]
Girl if you got a big back let me bend that (Oh)
Show me where your friends at, we can flip that (Oh-ho, oh-ho)
Let me put you on the Game (Let me put you on the Game)
Let me put you on the Game (Let me put you on the Game, I turn)
I'll show you where the Bloods at, where the Crips at (Oh)
Show you where they flip crack, where they pitch at (Oh-ho, oh-ho, oh!)
Let me put you on the Game (Let me put you on the Game)
Let me put you on the Game (Let me put you on the Game, reburn!)

[The Game:]
I ain't got the West on my shoulder, got the West in the backseat
Of the Rover, riding on dubs, nigga I'm West-coasting
The next Hova, from the home of the best doja
Making all that racket, I got the U.S. Open
Stunt on me, I'll leave you with your chest open
Vest broken, hop in the lo-lo with the tec smoking
G-G-G-G-G - I done paid my dues
N.W.A. is back, this is front page news
I got Dre in the back, riding on 22s
Bitches screaming let me ride, it must be the shoes
Red and black G6s, red dot on the Glock
I'm going three times platinum dog, how do I stop? I'm hot

[The Game & Timbaland:]
Girl if you got a big back let me bend that (Oh)
Show me where your friends at, we can flip that (Oh-ho, oh-ho)
Let me put you on the Game (Let me put you on the Game)
Let me put you on the Game (Let me put you on the Game, I turn)
I'll show you where the Bloods at, where the Crips at (Oh)
Show you where they flip crack, where they pitch at (Oh-ho, oh-ho, oh!)
Let me put you on the Game (Let me put you on the Game)
Let me put you on the Game (Let me put you on the Game, reburn!)

My Unit is Guerrilla
Fuck with my La Familia, I will kill ya
G-G-G-G-G-Unit - I know that boy, not familiar
But you got to feel him if the Doctor sealed him
Is Compton in the house? Without a doubt
I'm the rapper with clout other niggas yap about
You know the one that introduce New York to the beach cruiser
Got 'em putting red and blue strings in their G-Units
Get "Groupie Love", tell 'em to keep moving
If I got a problem with a bitch I let Eve do it
Unless she got on LePearla and I can see through it
I don't just let her ride, I give her the keys to it
Me and my bitch lay back in the Coupe
I'm moving in the neighborhood, I ain't passing through
I would've been here after Snoop, but I slowed down
To show Timbaland how to iron a khaki suit

Girl if you got a big back let me bend that (Oh)
Show me where your friends at, we can flip that (Oh-ho, oh-ho)
Let me put you on the Game (Let me put you on the Game)
Let me put you on the Game (Let me put you on the Game, I turn)
I'll show you where the Bloods at, where the Crips at (Oh)
Show you where they flip crack, where they pitch at (Oh-ho, oh-ho, oh!)
Let me put you on the Game (Let me put you on the Game)
Let me put you on the Game (Let me put you on the Game, reburn!)