The Game - One Blood lyrics

Yo Dre, I thought I was dead West coast I'm the doctor's advocate n***a Dre shot ya Brought me back from the dead That's why they call him the doctor The mavs gon' drop em If 50 ain't rockin' wit him no more It's ok, I get it poppin' The whole club rockin' like da 6-4 Impala Drink Cris throw it up call the sh** hydraulics Then piss in the cup call the sh** Hipnotiq I bleed Compton, spit crack, the sh** chronic And you new n***as ain't sh** but new n***as Baped n ape shoe n***as I'm talkin' to you n***a Bounce in the 6-4 throwin' up west side man Sell another five million albums, yes I am Fresh like damn dis n***a did it again A hundred thousand on his neck, LA above the brim Inside the Lambo', shotgun wit Snoop What would the muthaf**in' west coast be without One crip and one blood? One blood, one blood, one blood Blood, blood, blood One blood, one blood, one blood, one blood, one blood I'm from the west side of the 6-4 Impala When n***as say, Where you from? We'll never say holla Bandana on the right side, gun on the left side n***as 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 n***as better be glad you breathing 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 n***as keep tryin' me Everybody know that I'm the heir to the Aftermath dynasty And I ain't got to make sh** for the club What DJ gon' turn down the 38 snub? You 38 and you still rappin'? Uhh I'm 26 n***a, so is the dubs On the 07 Hummer hop out Nobody guards, when the chronic Smoke clear, all you gon' see is one blood One blood, one blood, one blood Blood, blood, blood One blood, one blood, one blood, one blood, one blood I ain't got beef wit 50, no beef wit J What's beef when you gettin' head in the 6 trey? And the double game change, 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 n***as better make up a dance and try to get radio play Keep on snappin' your fingers, I ain't goin' away I don't regret what I spit, cause I know what I say And n***as talk about me, they don't know when to stop I got the Louis Vuitton belt buckle holdin' the glock No beam, no silencer, I know when to pop I wait till Lil' Jon come on and let off a shot I had the number one Billboard spot n***as 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 sh** but a warning till my album drop One blood, one blood, one blood, one blood Blood, blood, blood One blood, one blood, one blood, one blood, one blood One blood, one blood, one blood, one blood Blood, blood, blood