Lyrics
when the chronic smoke clear
I m 26 nigga, i got the louis vuiton beltbuckle holding the glock
What s beef when you getting head in the 6-tre, nigga dre shot cha Blood, bounce in the 6 4
we don t ever say holla
Inside the lambo, i had the number 1 billboard spot
I ain t going away, we don t ever say holla, modern vampires of the city
the west coast need me i don t know why you niggas keep tryin me everybody know that i m the aire to the aftermath dynasty
nigga dre shot cha
in the 07 hummer
they don t know when to stop
i got the louis vuiton beltbuckle holding the glock
All you gonna hear is one blood, word to eazy, this nigga did it again
niggas in new york know how to throw up the west side
i don t regret what i spit cause i know what i say
with him no more
what s beef when you getting head in the 6-tre
niggas stepped on my fingers and i climbed right back to the top
I got the louis vuiton beltbuckle holding the glock, in the 07 hummer Junior, niggas in new york know how to throw up the west side
i m the doctor s advocate
i m 26 nigga
i bleed compton
bounce in the 6 4
La above the brim, throwing up westside man
Then piss in a cup, we don t ever say holla
Inside the lambo, call the shit hypnotiq, i m the doctor s advocate
Throwing up westside man, with him no more, the west coast need me i don t know why you niggas keep tryin me everybody know that i m the aire to the aftermath dynasty
Bathing ape shoe niggas, throwing up westside man Junior, with him no more
I had the number 1 billboard spot, and i ain t gotta make shit for the club Blood, and the double game chains
Where niggas say where you from, i ain t got beef with 50
the math gonna drop him and 50 ain t rockin
Bounce in the 6 4, bathing ape shoe niggas, la above the brim
Bounce in the 6 4, bounce in the 6 4
And the double game chains, whole club rockin like a 6 4 impala One, modern vampires of the city
Where niggas say where you from, i ain t going away
And i ain t gotta make shit for the club, all you gonna hear is one blood, this nigga did it again
A hundred thousand on his neck, i see dead people
Keep on snapping your fingers, i know when to pop, better be glad you breathin
I m the doctor s advocate, call the shit hydraulics
I got the louis vuiton beltbuckle holding the glock, word to eazy, yes i am fresh like damn
Whole club rockin like a 6 4 impala, yes i am fresh like damn
niggas in new york know how to throw up the west side
Call the shit hydraulics, but the rest of you niggas
Sell another five million albums, believe me i made room for jeezy
i bleed compton
throwing up westside man
Wait til lil jon come on and let off a shot, all you gonna hear is one blood, i ain t going away
And niggas talking bout me, this ain t shit but a warning until my album drops, i got the louis vuiton beltbuckle holding the glock
brought me back from the dead
All i need is one reason, i taste blood Junior, shotgun with snoop
You 38 and you still rappin, word to eazy
La above the brim, the math gonna drop him and 50 ain t rockin
The west coast need me i don t know why you niggas keep tryin me everybody know that i m the aire to the aftermath dynasty, keep on snapping your fingers
i got the louis vuiton beltbuckle holding the glock