The Game - One Blood lyrics

Dre, I see dead people
Yo Dre, 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 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 six-four 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 niggas ain't shit but new niggas
Bathing Ape shoe niggas
I'm talking to you niggas
Bounce in the six-four
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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I'm from the west side of the 6-4 Impala
Where niggas say where you from
We don't ever 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 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 niggas keep tryin me
Everybody know that I'm the heir
To the Aftermath dynasty
And I ain't gotta make shit for the club
What DJ gonna turn down a thirty-eight snub
You thirty-eight and you still rappin? Ugh
I'm twenty-six nigga, so is the dubs
In the '07 Hummer, hop out, nobody dodge
When the chronic smoke clear
All you gonna hear is

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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 niggas better make up a dance
And try and get radio play
Keep on snapping your fingers
I ain't goin' away
I don't regret what I spit 'cause
I know what I say
And niggas talking bout me
They don't know when to stop
I got the Louis Vuitton
Belt-buckle holding the Glock
No beam, no silencer, I know when to pop
Wait til Lil' Jon come on and let off a shot
I had the number one billboard spot (yes)
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
Until my album drops

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