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(Whispering) Dre, I see dead people Yo Dre, thought I was dead West Coast 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 Math gonna drop him and 50 ain't rockin' With him no more, it's okay, I get it poppin' Whole club rockin' like a '6-4 Impala Drink Cris', throw it up, call the shit hydraulics Then piss in a cup, call the shit Hypnotic I bleed Compton, spit crack and shit Chronic And you new niggaz ain't shit but new niggaz Bathing Ape shoe niggaz, I'm talkin' to you nigga Bouncin' the '6-4, throwing up Westside man Sell another five million albums, yes I am Fresh like damn, this nigga did it again 100 thousand on his neck, L.A. above the brim Inside the Lambo', shotgun with Snoop Where would the motherfuckin' Westcoast be without One Crip and Chorus: One blood, one blood, one blood, one blood Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood Blood, Blood, Blood One blood, one blood, one blood, one blood One Blood Verse 2: I'm from the west side of the '6-4 Impala When nigga say where you from, we'll never say "Holla" Bandana on the right side, gun on the left side Niggaz in New York know how to throw up the Westside Word to Eazy, I'm so ill, believe me I made room for Jeezy, but the rest of you niggaz Better be glad you breathing, all I need is one reason I'm the king and Dre said it, the Westcoast need me I don't know why you niggaz keep tryin' me Everybody know that I'm the heir to the Aftermath dynasty And I ain't gotta make shit for the club What DJ gon' turn down a .38 Snub You 38 and you still rappin', Ugh I'm 26 homie, so is the dubs In the '07 Hummer, hop out, nobody dodge When the chronic smoke clear, all you gon' see is Chorus Verse 3: I aint got beef with 50, no beef with Jay What's beef when you gettin' head in the '6-Tre And the double Game chains, 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 better make-up a dance and try 'n' get radio-play Keep on snapping your fingers, I ain't goin' away I don't regret what I spit cuz I know what I say And niggaz talkin' 'bout me, they don't know when to stop I got the Louis Vuitton beltbuckle holdin' the glock No beam, no silencer, I know when to pop Wait 'til Lil' Jon come on and let off a shot I had the number 1 Billboard spot Niggaz 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 shit, but a warning 'til my album drop Chorus |