Dre, I see dead people
Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood [x3]
Yo, Dre
Thought I was Dead
West coast
One blood [x4]
[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 (after)`math don`t drop them
That`s why 50 ain`t rockin` with him
No more, IT`S OKAY, I get it poppin`
Whole club rockin`
Like a `64 impala
Drink cris, throw it up
Call the shit hydraulics
Then piss in the cup
Call the shit hypnotic
I bleed Compton
Spit crack and shit chronic
And you new niggaz ain`t shit
But new niggaz
Played to get shooed niggaz
I`m talkin` ta you, nigga
Bouncin` in da `64 throwin` up West side, man
Sellin` another 5 million albums, YES I AM
Fresh like damn
This nigga did it again
A thousand on his neck, L.A. above the brim
Inside the lambo(rghini) in the shotgun with Snoop
What would the motherfuckin` West coast be without one crip and {one Blood}
[chorus]
One blood [x4]
Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood [x3]
One blood [x4]
[Verse 2]
I`m from the West side of the `64 Impala
Where niggaz say "Where you from" we`ll never say "Holla"
Bandanna 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 the West coast need me
I don`t know why you niggaz keep tryin` me
Everybody knows I`m the add to the Aftermath dynasty
And I ain`t gotta make shit for the club
What DJ gonna turn down the .38 snub?
You 38 and you still rappin` uhh
I`m 26 nigga, so is the dubs
On the `07 Hummer
Hop out with no bodyguards
When the chronic smoke clear all you see is {one Blood}
[chorus]
One blood [x4]
Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood [x3]
One blood [x4]
[Verse 3]
I ain`t got no beef with 50, no beef with Jay
What`s beef when you gettin` head in the 6-tray?
And the double game chain, I keep `em on display
Black T-shirt, so all you see is the A (aftermath)
Turn on the TV, and all you see is the A (aftermath)
Niggaz better make a dance and try to get radio play
Keep on +snappin` your fingers+, I ain`t going away
I don`t regret what I spit, cuz I know waht I say
And niggaz keep talkin` about me, they don`t know when to stop
I got the Louis Vuitton buckle, holdin` tha glock
No beam, no silencer, I know when to pop
Wait `til Lil` Jon come on and left off a shot
I have the number 1 billboard spot
Niggaz stepped on my fingers, and I climb right back to the top
I`m BIG, I`m Cube, I`m NaS, I`m `Pac
This ain`t shit but a warnin` til my album drop
[chorus]
One blood [x4]
Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood [x3]
One blood [x8]
Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood [x3]
One blood [x4]
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