The Game — One Blood

[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 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 [Chorus] One blood One blood One blood One blood Blood Blood Blood Blood Blood Blood Blood Blood Blood One blood One blood One blood One blood [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] One blood One blood One blood One blood Blood Blood Blood Blood Blood Blood Blood Blood Blood One blood One blood One blood One blood [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 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 [Chorus] One blood One blood One blood One blood Blood Blood Blood Blood Blood Blood Blood Blood Blood One blood One blood One blood One blood One blood One blood One blood One blood Blood Blood Blood Blood Blood Blood Blood Blood Blood One blood One blood One blood One blood