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, ?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 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