One Blood Lyrics - Game

(Intro) 

Dre, I see dead people 

Yo Dre, thought I was dead 

West Coast 

(Verse 1) 

I'm the doctor's advocate, nigga Dre shot cha 

Brought me back from the dead, that's why they call him the Doctor 

The Math gonna drop him and 50 ain't rockin 

With him no more, It's okay, I get it poppin 

Whole club rockin like a 6-4 Impala 

Drink Cris', throw it up, call the shit hydraulics 

Then piss in a cup, call the shit Hypnotiq 

I bleed Compton, spit crack and shit Chronic 

And you new niggaz ain't shit but new niggaz 

Bathing Ape shoe niggaz, I'm talking to you niggaz 

Bounce in the 6-4, throwing up Westside man 

Sell another five million albums, Yes I am 

Fresh like damn, this nigga did it again 

A hundred thousand on his neck, LA above the brim 

Inside the lambo, shotgun with snoop 

What would the motherfuckin' west coast be without one crip and 

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(Chorus) 

One blood {*4X*} 

Blood {*9X*} 

One blood {*4X*} 

(Verse 2) 

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

Where niggaz say where you from, we don't ever say holla 

Bandana on the right side, gun on the left side 

Niggaz 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 niggaz 

Better be glad you breathin, 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 niggaz keep tryin me 

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

And I ain't gotta make shit for the club 

What DJ gonna turn down a 38 snub 

You 38 and you still rappin? Ugh 

I'm 26 nigga, so is the dubs 

In the '07 Hummer, hop out, nobody dodge 

When the chronic smoke clear, all you gonna hear is 

Photos 

(Chorus) 

(Verse 3) 

I ain't got beef with 50, no beef with Jay 

What's beef when you getting head in the 6-Tre 

And the double game chains, 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 niggaz better make up a dance and try and get radio play 

Keep on snapping your fingers, I ain't going away 

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

And niggaz talking bout me, they don't know when to stop 

I got the Louis Vuiton beltbuckle holding the glock 

No bean, no silencer, I know when to pop 

Wait til Lil' Jon come on and let off a shot 

I had the number 1 billboard spot 

Niggaz 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 until my album drops 

(Chorus) - 2X