Dre, I see dead people Yo Dre, thought I was dead West Coast Verse 1: I'm the Doctor's Advocate, homey Dre -- 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 -- Whole club rockin' like a '6-4 Impala Drink Cris', throw it up, you can call it hydraulics Then spit in a cup, you can call it Hypnotic I bleed Compton, spit yak and drink tonic And you new rappers ain't nothin' but new rappers Bathing Ape shoe rappers, I'm talkin' to you rappers Bounce in the '6-4, throwing up Westside man Sell another five million albums, yes I am Fresh like damn, Dre, I did it again 100 thousand on his neck, L.A. above the brim Inside the Lambo', throw it up in the coop You tell me what the Westcoast be without Snoop Dogg 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 One blood, one blood, one blood, one blood One Blood Verse 2: I'm from the west side of the '6-4 Impala Where they say where you from, we don't ever say "Holla" Bandana on the right side, tear on the left side Homies 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 rappers Better be glad you --, all I need is one reason I'm the king and Dre said it, the Westcoast need me I don't know why you keep on tryin' me Everybody know that I'm the heir to the Aftermath dynasty And I ain't gotta make hits for the club What DJ gon' turn down some groupie love You 38 and you still rappin', Ugh I'm 26 homie, so is the dubs In the '07 Hummer, hop out, nobody dodge When after the smoke clear, all you gon' hear is Chorus Verse 3: You got a beef with me, if you beefin' with Dre What's beef us low-riding 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 do like they do if you need 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 I hear 'em talkin' 'bout me, they don't know when to stop I got the Louis Vuitton beltbuckle holdin' the lock No --, no --, I know when to -- Wait 'til Lil' Jon come on and let off a -- I had the number 1 Billboard spot Till they stepped on my fingers and I climbed right back to the top I'm B.I.G., I'm Cube, I'm Nas, I'm Pac This ain't a single. it's a warning until my album drops Chorus
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Copy to Clipboard: Dre, I see dead people Yo Dre, thought I was dead West Coast Verse 1: I'm the Doctor's Advocate, homey Dre -- 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 -- Whole club rockin' like a '6-4 Impala Drink Cris', throw it up, you can call it hydraulics Then spit in a cup, you can call it Hypnotic I bleed Compton, spit yak and drink tonic And you new rappers ain't nothin' but new rappers Bathing Ape shoe rappers, I'm talkin' to you rappers Bounce in the '6-4, throwing up Westside man Sell another five million albums, yes I am Fresh like damn, Dre, I did it again 100 thousand on his neck, L.A. above the brim Inside the Lambo', throw it up in the coop You tell me what the Westcoast be without Snoop Dogg 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 One blood, one blood, one blood, one blood One Blood Verse 2: I'm from the west side of the '6-4 Impala Where they say where you from, we don't ever say "Holla" Bandana on the right side, tear on the left side Homies 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 rappers Better be glad you --, all I need is one reason I'm the king and Dre said it, the Westcoast need me I don't know why you keep on tryin' me Everybody know that I'm the heir to the Aftermath dynasty And I ain't gotta make hits for the club What DJ gon' turn down some groupie love You 38 and you still rappin', Ugh I'm 26 homie, so is the dubs In the '07 Hummer, hop out, nobody dodge When after the smoke clear, all you gon' hear is Chorus Verse 3: You got a beef with me, if you beefin' with Dre What's beef us low-riding 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 do like they do if you need 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 I hear 'em talkin' 'bout me, they don't know when to stop I got the Louis Vuitton beltbuckle holdin' the lock No --, no --, I know when to -- Wait 'til Lil' Jon come on and let off a -- I had the number 1 Billboard spot Till they stepped on my fingers and I climbed right back to the top I'm B.I.G., I'm Cube, I'm Nas, I'm Pac This ain't a single. it's a warning until my album drops Chorus
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