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The Game - One Blood (West Coast Remix) Lyrics

(feat. The Game, Junior Reid, Snoop Dogg, Tha Dogg Pound, Crooked I, WC, E-40 & Glasses Malone)

[The Game: Talking]
Aye Yo Waz Poppin' Mayne You Know What It Is
He Even Need No Fuckin' Intro Dj Skee Motherfuckers
That What Imma Say One Blood Remix Topic Of Disgustion
Hip Hop Is Alive And Well You Know Why Cuz Me And Dj Skee
Keep It Alive In The Underground On The Motherfuckin' Mainstream
You Go In A House In Southcentral Dj Skee In The Turntables
You Go To A Motherfucking Block Party In Compton The Doctor's Advocate
On The Microphone Bring It Back To Beverly Hills Me And Dj Skee
Ridin' High Motherfuckers Official One Blood Remix
You Can Fuck With Us We Got The East Coast Version The West Coast Verison
The Dirty South Verison The Extinted Remix We Mite Need Put Nods
And Pres On The Fuckin' Remix Anybody Who Can Do It Its Motherfuckin'
Dj Skee Blackwallstreet Motherfuckers You Know What It Is
Bye Bye G-Unit Hello Five Mics

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
They Call The D-O-Dub
Why You Really Trippin' Cuz
21, 20 Crips And All Of Us Is Crippin' Cuz
We From A Different Street, All Got That Different Heat
But When We Move The Macs For Game, Cuz We On The Same Beat
So If You Fuck Wit Blood, Then You Fuck Wit Us
And We Ain't Bustin' Duds, Cuz We Bustin' Slugs
We Sure To Stay In Touch And Clean Your Mess Up
And If You From The West Coast, My Nigga Westside

[Verse 2: Kurupt]
Yeah Rollin' With Two Grips
Glock Holdin' On The Hip, Rollin' Wit Two Clips
Got Two Tiny Locos Ready To Take Trips
Shake And Make Trips, High Stakes To Take Grips
They Know What's Crackin' Cuz, Cause As We Huddle
They Hold Cards Down N*Gga Like Spade And Pinnochle
West Coast Gang Bang, Riders Erasin' 'em
Got Funny N*Ggas Raisin' Up And Riders Replacin' 'em

[Verse 3: Daz]
Draped In Blue The Notorious Gangsta Crew
Rip For N*Ggas Who Don't Stay True
Deep Down In The Crevices
See The Jets Better Wit
Dwellin' In The Land Of The Gang Bang Wit The Fleshin'
I'm Legendary, Yes Yes, A Westcoaster
Throwin' Up Two C's, Wit Two Guns In My Holster
I'm From Long Beach City, A Crip Next To Compton
Down Wit My N*Gga Game, If You N*Ggas Want Problems
From The Streets To The Suites, Anywhere We Can Meet
Then Live On To Compton, Slausen Swap Meet
Worldwide, Get Swept Away By The Tide
By G's, And B.G's, O.G's, Its Time To Ride

[Hook: The Game]
Remix, Remix, Remix, Remix
Remix, Remix, Remix, Remix
Remix, Remix, Remix, Remix

[Verse 4: Crooked]
He Was A Crip He Call His Son Young Cuz
He Used To Be On Deathrow Of Course I Know One Blood
Crooked I Game Movin' In That G Ride
Ask Big C Style I Die For The Eastside
So Whats That Cuz Life With That Blood Life
Call It Neck It Just Ice Im Prince Of Longbeach
When I Touch Light I Lived Thug Life Just Like A Young Site

[Verse 5: W.C]
Who The Rider, Looter Through The Gutter Mayne
Chewed Up In Them Carolina Blue Hurricanes
From The Westside, Strivin' To Get 'em
Where Them Killers Throw That Third Letter Up Like Raymond Washington And Tookie Williams
Blue Jeans, Blue Strings, Blowin' Blueberry Green
Cadillac On Blue D's And A Blue T
Money Thick As Blue Cheese, Chunkin' Up The Dub
What The West Be Without Snoop, Dub C And One Blood

[Verse 6: E-40]
The Bay Area, Fuckers We Proper
Open You Up If You Got A Problem
Uh Uh, Born In California
Clean Your Clock, Open Your Can Of Tuna
Make A Choice To See The Hail Lord's Heaven
Get Your Chest Laid Out Wit The Fm 47
You Think Shit You Can Do Will Do But Nobody
But In The Yay, There Ain't Nuttin To Do But Catch Bodies

[Hook: The Game]
Remix, Remix, Remix, Remix
Remix, Remix, Remix, Remix
Remix, Remix, Remix, Remix

[Verse 7: G-Malone]
One Blood My Ass Shit I Roll With 100 Crips
With A Major Blue Rag Hangin' From My Jeans
Baby Blue Rags Still Dunkin' And Lost
Watch Me Swag With A Bitch Like A Kid
Motherfuckers Blow For Real
Still Rollin' In Bad Hills

[Verse 8: The Game]
This Is The Driu All Ya'll Can Ride With Me
If You Don't Fuck With The Game
Sc And We Ckru And Double Me
Gamo With 40 Oz Himmy With Crooked I
Smoking That Neon Green
To Keep That Sraced From The Westcoast
Dub C For Short Tupac Land
Guess Who Carried The Torced
Tryna Grow Up And Die We Don't Need That Long
California Resentated And Took It Once

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