[Intro]
Dre, I see dead people
Yo Dre, thought I was dead
West Coast

[Verse 1]
I'm the doctor's advocate, n***a Dre shot ya
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 six-four 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 n***as ain't shit but new n***as
Bathing Ape shoe n***as, I'm talking to you n***as
Bounce in the six-four, throwing up Westside man
Sell another five million albums, yes I am
Fresh like damn, this n***a 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?
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[Verse 2]
I'm from the west side of the 6-4 Impala
Where n***as say where you from, we don't ever say holla
Bandana on the right side, gun on the left side
N***as 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***as
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 n***as 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 thirty-eight snub
You thirty-eight and you still rappin? Ugh
I'm twenty-six n***a, so is the dubs
In the '07 Hummer, hop out, nobody dodge
When the chronic smoke clear, all you gonna hear is

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[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 n***as better make up a dance and try and get radio play
Keep on snapping your fingers, I ain't goin' away
I don't regret what I spit 'cause I know what I say
And n***as talking bout me, they don't know when to stop
I got the Louis Vuitton belt-buckle 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 one billboard spot (yes)
N***as 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

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