The Game의 상위 곡
유사한 곡
크레딧
실연 아티스트
The Game
실연자
Junior Reid
보컬
작곡 및 작사
D. Collington
송라이터
Delroy Reid
송라이터
Jayceon Terrell Taylor
송라이터
Sharif Slater
송라이터
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
Reefa
프로듀서
DRok
공동 프로듀서
Brian Sumner
레코딩 엔지니어
Marc Lee
레코딩 엔지니어
Patrick Magee
어시스턴트 레코딩 엔지니어
Omar Reyna
어시스턴트 레코딩 엔지니어
Jason Weeks
어시스턴트 레코딩 엔지니어
MIKE DEAN
믹싱 엔지니어
가사
Dre, I see dead people
Modern vampires of the city
Hunting blood, blood, blood heart
Blood, blood, blood
Blood, blood, blood
Yo, Dre, thought I was dead
West Coast
I'm the doctor's advocate
N- Dre shot ya
Brought me back from the dead
That's why they call him the doctor
The mavs gon' frop 'em
If 50 ain't rocking' with him nor more
It's ok, I get it poppin'
The whole club rockin' like da 6-4 Impala
Drink Cris throw it up call the sh- hydraulics
Then p- in the cup call the sh- Hipnotiq
I bleed Compton, spit crack, the sh- chronic
And you new n- ain't sh- but new n-
Bathed in ape shoe n- I'm talkin' to you n-
Bounce in the 6-4 throwing up west side man
Sell another five million albums, yes I am
Fresh like damn dis n- did it again
A hundred thousand on his neck, LA above the brim
Inside the Lambo', shotgun wit Snoop
What whould the muthaf- west coast be without
One crip and 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
I'm from the west side of the 6-4 Impala
When n- say, "Where you from?"
We'll never say holla
Bandana on the right side, gun on the left side
N- 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 n- better be glad you breathing
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 n- keep tryin' me
Everybody know that I'm the heir to the Aftermath dynasty
And I ain't got to make shit for the club
What DJ gon' turn down the -?
You thirty-eight and you still rappin'? Uh!
I'm twenty-six nigga, so is the dubs
On the 07 Hummer hop out
Nobody guards, when the ch- smoke clear
All you gon' see is 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
I ain't got beef with 50, no beef wit J
What's beef when you gettin' - in the 6 trey?
And the double game change, 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 n- better make up a dance and try to get radio play
Keep on snappin' your fingers, I ain't goin' away
I don't regret what I spit, 'cause I know what I say
N- talk about me, they don't know when to stop
I got the Louis Vuitton belt buckle holdin' the glock
No beam, no silencer, I know when to pop
I wait till Lil' Jon come on and let off a shot
I had the number one Billboard spot
N-stepped on my fingers and I climbed right back to the top
I'm BIG, I'm Cube, I'm Nas, I'm Pac
This ain't shit but a warning till my album drop
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
One blood, one blood, one blood
Blood, blood, blood
Writer(s): Jayceon Taylor, Danny Collington, Delroy Reid, Sharif Emil Slater
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