Tonalité : C minor•
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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I'm the Doctor's Advocate,
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nigga Dre shot ya
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Brought me back from the dead,
that's why they call him the doctor
The Math gon' drop him
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And 50 ain't rocking
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with him no more
It's okay, I get it popping
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Whole club rocking, like a '64 impala
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Drink Cris, throw it up Call
the shit hydraulics
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Then piss in the cup Call
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the shit Hpnotiq
I bleed Compton,
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spit crack and shit chronic
And you new niggas ain't shit,
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but new niggas
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Bathing Ape shoe niggas,
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I'm talking to you, niggas
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Bouncing in the '64, throwing up West side,
F
man
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Sell another 5 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,
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L.A. above the brim"
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In side the lambo, the
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shotgun with Snoop
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What would the muthafuckin West
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Coast be without one crip and
Verse 2
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One blood
Blood, blood, blood, blood- blood- blood
Interlude 1
One blood
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I'm from the
Verse 3
West side
of the '64 Impala
Where niggas say "Where you from?"
We ain't never say "Holler"
Bandanna on the right side,
gun on the left side
Niggas 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 niggas better
be glad you breathing
All I need is one reason
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I'm the king, and Dre said the
West Coast need me
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I don't know why you niggas
keep trying me
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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
thirty- eight snub?
You thirty- eight and you
still rapping? Urgh
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I'm 26 nigga, so is the dubs
On the '07 Hummer, hop out,
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no bodyguards
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When the chronic smoke clear
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all you gon' see is -
Verse 4
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One blood Blood,
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blood, blood,
blood- blood- blood
Interlude 2
One blood
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I ain't
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got beef with
50, no beef with Jay
What's beef when you getting
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head in the six- tre?
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And the double Game- Chain,
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
Gm
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Keep on snapping your fingers,
I ain't going away
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I don't regret what I spit,
cause I know what I say
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An d niggas talking about me,
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they don't know when to stop
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I got the Louis Vuitton belt
buckle holding the Glock
No beam, no silencer - I
know when to pop
Wait till Lil Jon come on and let off a shot
I have the number one billboard spot
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Niggas stepped on my fingers,
and I climb right back to the top
I'm B.I.G, I'm Cube, I'm Nas, I'm Pac
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This ain't shit but a warning
till my album drop
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Verse 6
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One blood
Blood, blood, blood,
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blood-
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blood- blood
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One blood
Outro 1
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