[Snoop Dogg Intro] Hey yo Game! What it do nephew? It's the crippin cause, Snoop D-O-double-G And I'm bless this up, One blood for you one time If you know mine Yeah
[Snoop Dogg] They call the D-O-Dub wasn't really trippin cause 21, 20 crips and all of us is crippin, cuz We from a different street, all got that different heat But when we move the macs for Game, we on the same beat So if you fuck with blood, then you fuck wit us And we ain't bustin duds, watch out, cause we bustin slugs We sure to stay in touch and clean your mess up And if you from the West Coast, my nigga w-w-w-w-WESTSIDE!
[Kurupt] Yeah rollin with two grips Glock holdin on the hip, rollin wit two clips Got two tiny locos ready to take trips Shake and make trips, high stakes to take grips But they know what's crackin cuz, cause as we huddle They hold cards down, nigga, like spades and pinochle West coast gang bang, riders erasin em Got funny niggaz raisin up and riders replacin em, cuz!
[Daz Dillinger] Draped in blue, notorious gangsta crew RIP for niggaz who don't stay true Deep down in the crevices, see the jets veteran Dwellin in the land of the gang bang with fleshin I'm legendary, yes, yes, a westcoaster Throwin up two C's, wit two guns in my holster I'm from Long Beach city, a crip next to Compton Down wit my nigga Game, if you niggaz want problems From the streets to the suites, anywhere we can meet Come along to Compton, Slauson Swap Meet Worldwide, get swept away by the tide By G's, and BG's, OG's, it's time to RIIIIDE!
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[Crooked I] My father was a Crip, he named the song "young cause" Used to be on death of course I know one blood Crooked I game movin it in G ride Inspect his style, I'll die for the east side So what the cause like, what the blood like Call my necklace justice cause it's just ice I'm a prince along bitch when I touch nice I let the thug life just like a young psych
[WC] Who the rider, looter through the gutter mayne? Trued up in them Carolina blue Hurricanes! 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 D's and a blue T Money thick as blue cheese, chunkin up the dub What the west be without Snoop and Dub C and one blood?
[E-40] The Bay Area, fuckers, we pop em Open you up if you got a problem Up top, born in Cali-forn-ia Clean your clock, open your can of tuna Make a choice to see the hell or it's heaven Get your chest layed out wit the FM 57 This ain't nothin to do with nobody But in the Yay, there ain't nuttin to do but catch bodies
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[Glasses Malone] Wassup, has this mask by the hundred two's 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
[The Game] It's the P-I are you lookin' 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-U-P-T G-A-M L-O and the, Fourty ounce Bentley, back the drink the henny On that S-T Crooked I, D-E-S Smokin' that million green Keep that sewish stress I'm from the West coast corner Dub C for sure 2Pac laid, guess who carry the torch Tryna throw up the dub, and on me that love California resurrected, nigga the remix took was (One blood)