[Intro: The Game & Junior Reid]
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Dre, I see dead people
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Modern vampires of the city
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Hunting blood
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Blood
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Blood
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Yo, Dre
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Thought I was dead
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West Coast
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(One blood, one blood, one blood, one blood)
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[Verse 1: The Game]
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Im the Doctors Advocate, nigga, Dre shot you
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Brought me back from the dead
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Thats why they call him the Doctor
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The ‘Math gon drop him
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And 50 aint rocking with him no more
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Its okay! I get it popping
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Whole club rocking, like a six-four Impala
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Drink Cris, throw it up, call the shit hydraulics
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Then piss in the cup, call the shit Hpnotiq (Brrrrat!)
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I bleed Compton, spit crack and shit chronic
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And you new niggas aint shit but new niggas
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Bathing Ape-shoe niggas, Im talking to you, niggas
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Bouncing in the six-four, throwing up Westside, man
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Sell another five million albums? Yes, I am
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Fresh like “Damn, this nigga did it again
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A hundred thousand on his neck, L.A. above the brim”
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Inside the Lambo shotgun with Snoop
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What would the motherfuckin West Coast be without one Crip and—
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[Chorus: Junior Reid]
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One blood
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One blood
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One blood
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One blood
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Blood, blood, blood, blood-blood-blood
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Blood, blood, blood, blood-blood-blood
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Blood, blood, blood, blood-blood-blood
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One blood, one blood, one blood, one blood
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One blood
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[Verse 2: The Game]
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Im from the Westside of the six-four Impala
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Where niggas say “Where you from?” We dont never say “Harlem”
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Bandanna on the right side, gun on the left side
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Niggas in New York know how to throw up the Westside
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Word to Eazy, Im so ill, believe me
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I made room for Jeezy
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But the rest of you niggas better be glad you breathing
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All I need is one reason
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Im the king, and Dre said it, the West Coast need me
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I dont know why you niggas keep trying me
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Everybody know that Im the heir to the Aftermath dynasty
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And I aint gotta make shit for the club
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What DJ gon turn down the thirty-eight snub?
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You 38 and you still rapping? Ughhh,
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Im 26, nigga, so is the dubs
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On the 07 Hummer, hop out, no bodyguards
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When the chronic smoke clear, all you gon see is—
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[Chorus: Junior Reid]
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One blood
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One blood
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One blood
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One blood
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Blood, blood, blood, blood-blood-blood
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Blood, blood, blood, blood-blood-blood
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Blood, blood, blood, blood-blood-blood
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One blood, one blood, one blood, one blood
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One blood
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[Verse 3: The Game]
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I aint got beef with 50, no beef with Jay
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Whats beef when you getting head in the six-trey?
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And the double Game chain, I keep em on display
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Black T-shirt, so all you see is the A
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Turn on the TV, and all you see is the A
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You niggas better make up a dance and try to get radio play
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Keep on snapping your fingers, I aint going away,,
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I dont regret what I spit, cause I know what I say
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And niggas talking about me, they dont know when to stop
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I got the Louis Vuitton belt buckle holding the Glock
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No beam, no silencer; I know when to pop
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Wait til Lil Jon come on and let off a shot
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I had the number-one Billboard spot
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Niggas stepped on my fingers, and I climb right back to the top
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Im B.I.G., Im Cube, Im Nas, Im Pac
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This aint shit but a warning till my album drop
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[Chorus: Junior Reid]
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One blood
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One blood
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One blood
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One blood
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Blood, blood, blood, blood-blood-blood
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Blood, blood, blood, blood-blood-blood
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Blood, blood, blood, blood-blood-blood
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One blood, one blood, one blood, one blood
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One blood
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One blood
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One blood
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One blood
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Blood, blood, blood, blood-blood-blood
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Blood, blood, blood, blood-blood-blood
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Blood, blood, blood, blood-blood-blood
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One blood, one blood, one blood
