One Blood (east Coast Remix) Lyrics

One Blood (east Coast Remix) lyrics

Yo Dre, I thought I was dead

West coast



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 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 shit hydraulics

Then piss in the cup call the shit Hipnotiq

I bleed Compton, spit crack, the shit chronic



And you new niggas ain't shit but new niggas

Baped '€˜n ape shoe niggas I'm talkin' to you nigga

Bounce in the 6-4 throwin' up west side man

Sell another five million albums, yes I am



Fresh like damn dis nigga did it again

A hundred thousand on his neck, LA above the brim

Inside the Lambo', shotgun wit Snoop

What would the muthafuckin' 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 niggas say, '€œWhere 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 tryin' me

Everybody know that I'm the heir to the Aftermath dynasty

And I ain't got to make shit for the club

What DJ gon' 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

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 niggas 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 niggas 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

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 shit 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