One Blood

One Blood - The Game

Yo dre i thought i was dead

West coast

I'm the doctor's advocate

Ni**a dre shot ya

Brought me back from the dead

That's why they call him the doctor

The mavs gon drop

If 50 ain't rocking wit him no more

It's ok i get it popping

Whole club rocking like da 6 4 impala

Drink cris throw it up call the sh*t hydraulics

Then piss in the cup call the sh*t hipnotiq

I bleed compton spit crack the sh*t chronic

And you knew niggas ain't sh*t but new niggas

Baped and ape shoe niggas i'm takling to you ni**a

Bounce in the 6 4 throwing up west side man

Sell another five million albums yes i am

Fresh like damn dis ni**a did it again

A hundred thousand on his neck la above the brim

Inside the lambo shotgun wit snoop

What the muthaf**king west coast be without

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I'm from the west side of the 6 4 impala

When niggas say where you from

We'll never 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 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 niggas keep trying me

Everybody know that i'm the heir to the aftermath dynasty

And i ain't got to make sh*t for the club

What dj gon turn down the 38 snub

You 38 and you still rapping uhh

I'm 26 ni**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

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I ain't got beef wit 50 no beef wit j

What's beef when you getting head in the 6 trey

And the double game change i keep them 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 to get radio play

Keep on snapping your fingers i ain't going away

I don't regret what i spit cause i know what i say

And niggas talk about 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

I wait till lil jon come on and let off a shot

I had the number one billboard spot

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 sh*t but a warning till my album drop