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 And 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 niggas ain't shit But new niggas Bathing Ape shoe niggas I'm talkin' to you, nigga Bouncin' in the '64 throwin' up West side, man Sellin' another 5 million albums, YES I AM Fresh like damn This nigga did it again A hundred 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)
One blood Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood One blood
I'm from the West side of the '64 Impala Where niggas say "Where you from" we'll never say "Holla" Bandanna 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 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 niggas keep tryin' me Everybody knows I'm the heir 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' uh 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)
One blood Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood One blood
I ain't got 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) You niggas better make up 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, cause I know what I say And niggas keep talkin' 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 Wait 'til Lil' Jon come on and left off a shot I have the number 1 billboard spot Niggas 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
One blood Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood One blood Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood One blood
