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(Intro)
(Game whispering) Dre, I see dead people (Junior Reid) Modern vampires of the city! I taste blood! Bloooooood! Blo-od! (Game) Yo Dre, thought I was dead West Coast (Verse 1) 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 50 ain't rockin With him no more, It's okay, I get it poppin Whole club rockin like a 6-4 Impala 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 motherf**kin' west coast be without one crip and (Chorus) One blood {*4X*} Blood {*9X*} One blood {*4X*} (Verse 2) I'm from the west side of the 6-4 Impala 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 aire to the Aftermath dynasty And I ain't gotta make shit for the club What DJ gonna turn down a 38 snub You 38 and you still rappin? Ugh I'm 26 nigga, so is the doves In the '07 Hummer, hop out, nobody dodge When the chronic smoke clear, all you gonna hear is (Chorus) (Verse 3) 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 bean, no silencer, I know when to pop Wait til Lil' Jon come on and let off a shot I had the number 1 billboard 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 (Chorus) - 2X |
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((background music) i brought.. i brought.. i brought.. dreams... dreams... dreams... i brought you all my dreams... cuz i love you... i love you.. i love you.. (repeated throughout song))
(Verse 1) I woke up out that coma, 2001 Bout the same time Dre dropped 2001 Three years later, the album is done Aftermath presents: "Nigga With a Attitude : Volume 1" Rap critics politicin' Wanna know the outcome Ready to Die, Reasonable Doubt and Doggystyle in one I feel like Pac after the Snoop Dogg trial was done Dre behind that G-Series and All Eyez On Me I watched the death of a dynasty So I told Vibe Magazine Workin' with Dr.Dre was a "DREAM!" I had visions of makin a classic Then my world turned black, like I was starin' outta Stevie Wonder's glasses Its kinda hard to imagine, like Kanye West Comin' back from his fatal accident, to beat makin and rappin', but We da future Whitney Houston told me that: it's gon take more than a bullet in the heart to hold me back (HOOK) Blushin' in this 40 ounce Lettin' the ink from my pen bleed Cuz Martin Luther King had a *DREAM* Aaliyah had a *DREAM* Left Eye had a *DREAM* So I reached out to Kanye and *I brought you all my dreams* B.G. music playing... (Verse 2) I had dreams of fuckin an R'n'B bitch like Mya When I saw that ass on the front of that King Read the article in the magazine She loved gangstas, loved nasty things So I'm in the glass house havin' nasty dreams Good girls never give it up But anything is possible, if 50 fucked Vivica Hurdled life's obstacles, found my way through the maze Then joy turned to pain like, Frankie Beverly and Maze Used to dream of bein' Unsigned Hype Till I was crushed my Dave Mays, almost let my pen fall asleep on the page Daydreamin' yesterday Dozin' off back-stage I tought I saw Eazy talkin' to Jam Master Jay So I walked over heard Jam Master say Its a hard-knock life, then you pass away They say sleep is the cousin of death Sow my eyes wide open cuz a dream is kin to your last breath (HOOK) Blushin' in this 40 ounce Lettin' the ink from my pen bleed Cuz Martin Luther King had a *DREAM* Aaliyah had a *DREAM* Left Eye had a *DREAM* So I reached out to Kanye and *I brought you all my dreams* B.G. music playing... (Verse 3) The Dream of Huey Newton, that's what I'm livin' through The Dream of Eric Wright, thats what imI' givin' you Who walked through the White House without a business suit? Compton had Jheri Curl drippin' on Ronald Reagan's shoes Gave Mike Lim my demo came here to pay my dues Started off with Whoo-Kid then I started blazin' Clue It was all a Dream like B.I.G said it be Don't sleep on me homie I bring nightmares to reality Rap Phenomenon defyin' the rules of gravity Studied all the classic started revisin' my strategy Cuz Marshall Mathers made it Curtis Jackson made it Head in the clouds wonderin' where the hell Marvin Gaye went? How do I say this, I'm livin' for my son but I can't figure out, why I'm at my temple with this gun Wake up to a Jesus Piece like a Catholic nun The war to be a rap legend ha just begun (HOOK:) Blushin' in this 40 ounce Lettin' the ink from my pen bleed Cuz Martin Luther King had a *DREAM* Aaliyah had a *DREAM* Left Eye had a *DREAM* So I reached out to Kanye and *I brought you all my dreams* B.G. music playing... (The GAME talking) This song is dedicated to Yetunde Price, the sister of Venus and Serena Williams who was slain during a gang shoot-out in Compton, Sunday September 14th 2003, Rest in peace... B.G.Music fades to an end... |
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