One Blood (east Coast Remix) Lyrics - Clipse

Yo Dre, I thought I was dead 

West coast 

I'm the doctor's advocate 

Nigga Dre shot ya 

Brought me back from the dead 

That's why they call him the doctor 

The mavs gon' drop em 

If 50 ain't rockin' wit him no more 

It's ok, I get it poppin' 

The whole club rockin' like da 6-4 Impala 

Drink Cris throw it up call the shit hydraulics 

Then piss in the cup call the shit Hipnotiq 

I bleed Compton, spit crack, the shit chronic 

And you new niggas ain't shit but new niggas 

Baped n ape shoe niggas I'm talkin' to you nigga 

Bounce in the 6-4 throwin' up west side man 

Sell another five million albums, yes I am 

Fresh like damn dis nigga did it again 

A hundred thousand on his neck, LA above the brim 

Inside the Lambo', shotgun wit Snoop 

What would the muthafuckin' west coast be without 

One crip and one blood? 

One blood, one blood, one blood 

Blood, blood, blood 

One blood, one blood, one blood, one blood, one blood 

I'm from the west side of the 6-4 Impala 

When niggas say, Where you from? 

We'll never say holla 

Bandana on the right side, gun on the left side 

Niggas in New York know how to throw up the west side 

Word to Eazy, I'm so ill believe me 

I made room for Jeezy 

But the rest of you niggas better be glad you breathing 

All I need is one reason 

I'm the King and Dre said it the west coast need me 

I don't know why you niggas keep tryin' me 

Everybody know that I'm the heir to the Aftermath dynasty 

And I ain't got to make shit for the club 

What DJ gon' turn down the 38 snub? 

You 38 and you still rappin'? Uhh 

I'm 26 nigga, so is the dubs 

On the 07 Hummer hop out 

Nobody guards, when the chronic 

Smoke clear, all you gon' see is one blood 

One blood, one blood, one blood 

Blood, blood, blood 

One blood, one blood, one blood, one blood, one blood 

I ain't got beef wit 50, no beef wit J 

What's beef when you gettin' head in the 6 trey? 

And the double game change, I keep em on display 

Black t-shirt so all you see is the A 

Turn on the TV and all you see is the A 

You niggas better make up a dance and try to get radio play 

Keep on snappin' your fingers, I ain't goin' away 

I don't regret what I spit, cause I know what I say 

And niggas talk about me, they don't know when to stop 

I got the Louis Vuitton belt buckle holdin' the glock 

No beam, no silencer, I know when to pop 

I wait till Lil' Jon come on and let off a shot 

I had the number one Billboard spot 

Niggas stepped on my fingers and I climbed right back to the top 

I'm BIG, I'm Cube, I'm Nas, I'm Pac 

This ain't shit but a warning till my album drop 

One blood, one blood, one blood, one blood 

Blood, blood, blood 

One blood, one blood, one blood, one blood, one blood 

One blood, one blood, one blood, one blood 

Blood, blood, blood