The Game — One Blood West Coast Remix

[Intro: The Game and (Snoop Dogg)] Dre, I see gangbangers (Ayo Game, what it do nephew It's your crippin' cuz, Snoop DO-double-G And Imma bless this one, one love for you one time If you know mine) [Verse 1: Snoop Dogg] They call me D-O-dub, wasn't really trippin', cuz Twenty-one, twenty Crips and all of us is Crippin', cuz We from a different street, all got that different heat But when we move the Macs When Game come, we on the same beat So if you fuck with Blood, then you fuck with us And we ain't bustin' duds, 'cause we bustin' slugs Be sure to stay in touch and clеan your mess up And if you from the West Coast, my nigga, W-W-W-W-Wеstside! [Verse 2: Kurupt] (Ridin') Yeah, rollin' with two grips Glock holdin' on the hip, rollin' with two clips Got two tiny locos ready to take trips Shake and make trips, high stakes to take grips (Grip) But they know what's crackin', cuz, 'cause as we huddle (Ayy!) They hold cards down, nigga, like spades and pinochle (Nigga) West Coast gangbang, riders erasin' 'em Got funny niggas raisin' up and riders replacin' 'em, cuz [Verse 3: Daz Dillinger] Draped in blue, notorious gangsta crew R.I.P. for niggas who don't stay true Deep down in the crevices (Woo!), see, them checks better win Dwellin' in the land of the gangbang profession I'm legendary, yes, yes, a West Coaster Throwin' up two Cs with two guns in my holster (Woo!) I'm from Long Beach City, a Crip next to Compton Down with my nigga, Game, if you niggas want problems From the streets to the suites, anywhere, we can meet Del Amo to Compton, Slauson Swap Meet Worldwide (Wide), get swept away by the tide YGs and BGs, OGs, it's time to ride! [Hook: The Game] Remix, remix, remix Remix, remix, remix Remix, remix, remix Remix, remix, remix (Remix!) [Verse 4: Crooked I] My father was a crip He named his song young cuz Used to be on Def 4 Of course I know one blood Crooked I and Game moving in that g-ride Ask big sea style I'll die for the east side So what cuz like? What that Blood Ike? Call my necklace just this cause it's just ice I'm the prince of Long Beach when I touch mics I lived a thug life just like a young sike! [Verse 5: WC] Who the riders shooting through the gutter lane? Trued up in them Carolina blue Hurricanes (What up Blood?) From the Westside, strivin' to dead 'em Where them killers throw that third letter up Like Raymond Washington and Tookie Williams Blue jeans, blue strings, blowin' blueberry green Cadillac on blue Ds and a blue tee Money thick as blue cheese, chuckin' up the dub What the West be without Snoop and Dub C and one blood? [Verse 6: E40] The Bay Area, fuckers, we pop 'em Open you up if you got a problem (Ahhhh!) Up top, born in California Clean your clock, open your can of tuna (Doot-doot-doot!) Make a choice, it's either Hell or it's Heaven Get your chest laid out with the FN-57 (Bo! Bo! Bo!) This ain't nothin' to do with nobody In the Yay, there ain't nothin' to do but catch bodies [Hook: The Game] Remix, remix, remix Remix, remix, remix Remix, remix, remix Remix, remix, remix (Remix!) [Verse 7: Glasses Malone] Why sub, has this mask by the hundred dudes One blood my ass shit I brought when I hundred do's Roll with a hundred Crip, finding a way With a navy blue red, and ain't down to my day And the navy blue red still duckin' the north Watch me get that bitch laid like the kid of the port It's move on muhfuckers by the blood for real Cause the beach cruisin' flow colds polo bend here [Verse 8: Piru] It's the P-I-R-U You can R-I-P If you ever fuck with the G-A-M-E S-N-double-O-P and the D-A-Z K-U-R-UP-T G-M-A-L-O-N-E Fourty ounce spillin', back to drinkin' henny On that S-T Crooked I, D-E-S Smokin' that neon green Keep that seaweed stress [Verse 9: The Game] I'm from the West coast Call it WC for sure 2Pac laid, guess who carry the torch Tryna throw up the dub, and on me that love California resurrected, nigga all it took was (One blood)