Dre, I see dead people 



Modern vampires of the city... 

Hunting blood... blood... blood... 





[variations of "blood"] 



Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood [x3] 





Yo, Dre 



Thought I was dead 



West...Coast 





One Blood [x4] 





[Verse 1] 



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 gon' drop them 



And 50 ain't rockin' with him 



No more, IT'S OKAY (mimicking Scarface), 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 {Brrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaaaattt} 



Spit crack and shit chronic 



And you new niggaz ain't shit 



But new niggaz 



Bathing Ape Shoe [?] niggaz 



I'm talkin' ta you, nigga 



Bouncin' in da '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), shotgun with Snoop 



What would the motherfuckin' West Coast be without one crip and {One Blood}? 





[Chorus] 



One Blood [x4] 



Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood [x3] 



One Blood [x4] 





[Verse 2] 



I'm from the West Side of the '64 Impala 



Where niggaz say "Where you from?" we'll never say "Holla" 



Bandanna on the right side 



Gun on the left side {Brrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaaaattt} 



Niggaz 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 niggaz better be glad you breathin' 



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 niggaz keep tryin' me 



Everybody know that I'm the heir to the Aftermath dynasty 



And I ain't gotta 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 (inches) 



On the '07 Hummer 



Hop out, no bodyguards 



When the chronic smoke clear all you gon' see is {One Blood} 





[Chorus] 



One Blood [x4] 



Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood [x3] 



One Blood [x4] 





[Verse 3] 



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 (Atlanta) 



You niggaz 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, 'cuz I know what I say 



And niggaz keep talkin' about me, they don't know when to stop 



I got the Louis Vuitton belt buckle, holdin' tha 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 {Yeah! Hahahaha} 



Niggaz 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 





[Chorus] 



One Blood [x4] 



Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood [x3] 



One Blood [x8] 



Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood [x3] 



One Blood [x4]