Put You On The Game

[Intro-Timbaland]
Go tim, go tim, go tim(do the crip wit me,oh)
Go tim, go tim, go tim(do the steak wit me,oh)
(la la laaa,la-la-la-la-la)
Go tim, go tim, go tim(do the walk wit me,oh)
(la la laaa, la-la-la-la-la)
Go tim, go tim, go-go ´head Game
(la la laaa, la-la-la-la-la)

[Verse 1]
First things first (aftermath), the chronic is back
This is indo produced by Timbo
Game ova, naw the N.W.A. chain choka
Is burnin rubber inside the Range Rova
Chain smokin, purple haze, this ain´t anotha 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 anotha memorial for makaveli and big Pap, g-g-g-g-g!
Young homie got shit locked, Public Enemy #1
Flava flav on the wristwatch.
All black g-units, all black impala,
im a skitzo 3-wheelin the six-fo
50 cent know
I´m Comptons most wanted when I´m ridin wit Timbo

[Chorus]
Girl if you got a big back lemme bend that(oh!)
Show me where ya friends at we can flip that(oh-oh-OH!!!)
Lemme put you on the game(Lemme put you on the game)
Lemme put you on the game(Lemme put you on the game,OH! REBURN!)
I show you where the bloods at where the Crips at(oh!)
Show you where they flip crack, where they bitch at(oh-oh-OH!!)
Lemme put you on the game(Lemme put you on the game)
Lemme put you on the game(Lemme put you on the game, REBURN!)


[Verse 2]
I ain´t got the west on my shoulda,
Got the west In the backseat of the rova.
Ridin on dubs, nigga I´m westcoastin.
The next hova, from the home of the best doja,
Makin all that racket, i got the u.s. open
Stunt on me I´ll leave u wit ya chest open, vest broken
Hop in the lo-lo wit tha tech smokin, 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, ridin on 22´s.
Bitches screamin ´let me ride´, it must be the shoes.
Red and black g6´s Red dot on the glock,
I´m goin 3 times platinum dawg how do i stop?
I´m hot

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
My unit is gorilla, fuck with my la familia,
I will kill ya.
I know that boy not familia(r),
But you got to feel em if the docta sealed em
(is compton in the house?) without a doubt
I´m the rapper wit clout otha niggaz yap about.
You know the one that introduced new york to the beach cruiser,
Got em puttin red and blue strings in they g-units.
Get groupie luv, tell em to keep movin,
If i gotta problem wit a bitch, I let Eve do it.
Unless she got on a perla and i can see through it,
I don´t just let her ride I give her the keys to it.
Me an´ my bitch layed back in the coupe,
I´m movin in the neighborhood i ain´t passin through.
I woulda been here after snoop, but i slowed down
And showed timbaland how to iron a khaki suit.

[Chorus]