作曲 : Collington, Reid, Slater ...
Dre,I  see  dead  people
The  Game -IT'S  OKAY

Modern  vampires  of  the  city...
Hunting  blood...blood...blood...
Yo  Dre,thought  I  was  dead
West  Coast
I'm  the  doctor's  advocate,nigga  Dre  shot  cha
Brought  me  back  from  the  dead,that's  why  they  call  him  the  Doctor
The 'Math  gonna  drop  him  and 50ain't  rockin
With  him  no  more,It's  okay,I  get  it  poppin
Whole  club  rockin  like  a 6-4Impala
Drink  Cris',throw  it  up,call  the  shit  hydraulics
Then  piss  in  a  cup,call  the  shit  Hypnotiq
I  bleed  Compton,spit  crack  and  shit  Chronic
And  you  new  niggaz  ain't  shit  but  new  niggaz
Bathing  Ape  shoe  niggaz,I'm  talking  to  you  niggaz
Bounce  in  the 6-4,throwing  up  Westside  man
Sell  another  five  million  albums,Yes  I  am
Fresh  like  damn,this  nigga  did  it  again
A  hundred  thousand  on  his  neck,LA  above  the  brim
Inside  the  lambo,shotgun  with  snoop
What  would  the  motherfuckin'west  coast  be  without  one  crip  and
One  blood {*4X*}
Blood {*9X*}
One  blood {*4X*}
I'm  from  the  west  side  of  the 6-4Impala
Where  niggaz  say  where  you  from,we  don't  ever  say  holla
Bandana  on  the  right  side,gun  on  the  left  side
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  gonna  turn  down  a 38snub
You 38and  you  still  rappin?Ugh
I'm 26nigga,so  is  the  dubs
In  the '07Hummer,hop  out,NO  BODY  GUARDS
When  the  chronic  smoke  clear,all  you  gonna  SEE  is
I  ain't  got  beef  with 50,no  beef  with  Jay
What's  beef  when  you  getting  head  in  the 6-Tre
And  the  double  game  chains,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  niggaz  better  make  up  a  dance  and  try  and  get  radio  play
Keep  on  snapping  your  fingers,I  ain't  going  away
I  don't  regret  what  I  spit  cause  I  know  what  I  say
And  niggaz  talking  bout  me,they  don't  know  when  to  stop
I  got  the  Louis  Vuiton  beltbuckle  holding  the  glock
No  beaM,no  silencer,I  know  when  to  pop
Wait  til  Lil'Jon  come  on  and  let  off  a  shot
I  had  the  number 1billboard  spot
Niggaz  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  until  my  album  drops