[Intro: The Game and Snoop Dogg]

Dre, I see gangbangers

Ayo Game, what it do nephew

It's your crippin' cuz, Snoop DO-double-G

And Imma bless this one, one love for you one time

If you know mine

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]

They call me D-O-dub, wasn't really trippin', cuz

Twenty-one, twenty Crips and all of us is Crippin', cuz

We from a different street, all got that different heat

But when we move the Macs

When Game come, we on the same beat

So if you fuck with Blood, then you fuck with us

And we ain't bustin' duds, 'cause we bustin' slugs

Be sure to stay in touch and clеan your mess up

And if you from the West Coast, my nigga, W-W-W-W-Wеstside!

[Verse 2: Kurupt]

(Ridin')

Yeah, rollin' with two grips

Glock holdin' on the hip, rollin' with two clips

Got two tiny locos ready to take trips

Shake and make trips, high stakes to take grips (Grip)

But they know what's crackin', cuz, 'cause as we huddle (Ayy!)

They hold cards down, nigga, like spades and pinochle (Nigga)

West Coast gangbang, riders erasin' 'em

Got funny niggas raisin' up and riders replacin' 'em, cuz

[Verse 3: Daz Dillinger]

Draped in blue, notorious gangsta crew

R.I.P. for niggas who don't stay true

Deep down in the crevices (Woo!), see, them checks better win

Dwellin' in the land of the gangbang profession

I'm legendary, yes, yes, a West Coaster

Throwin' up two Cs with two guns in my holster (Woo!)

I'm from Long Beach City, a Crip next to Compton

Down with my nigga, Game, if you niggas want problems

From the streets to the suites, anywhere, we can meet

Del Amo to Compton, Slauson Swap Meet

Worldwide (Wide), get swept away by the tide

YGs and BGs, OGs, it's time to ride!

[Hook: The Game]

Remix, remix, remix

Remix, remix, remix

Remix, remix, remix

Remix, remix, remix (Remix!)

[Verse 4: Crooked I]

My father was a crip

He named his song young cuz

Used to be on Def 4

Of course I know one blood

Crooked I and Game moving in that g-ride

Ask big sea style I'll die for the east side

So what cuz like?

What that Blood Ike?

Call my necklace just this cause it's just ice

I'm the prince of Long Beach when I touch mics

I lived a thug life just like a young sike!

[Verse 5: WC]

Who the riders shooting through the gutter lane?

Trued up in them Carolina blue Hurricanes (What up Blood?)

From the Westside, strivin' to dead 'em

Where them killers throw that third letter up

Like Raymond Washington and Tookie Williams

Blue jeans, blue strings, blowin' blueberry green

Cadillac on blue Ds and a blue tee

Money thick as blue cheese, chuckin' up the dub

What the West be without Snoop and Dub C and one blood?

[Verse 6: E40]

The Bay Area, fuckers, we pop 'em

Open you up if you got a problem (Ahhhh!)

Up top, born in California

Clean your clock, open your can of tuna (Doot-doot-doot!)

Make a choice, it's either Hell or it's Heaven

Get your chest laid out with the FN-57 (Bo! Bo! Bo!)

This ain't nothin' to do with nobody

In the Yay, there ain't nothin' to do but catch bodies

[Hook: The Game]

Remix, remix, remix

Remix, remix, remix

Remix, remix, remix

Remix, remix, remix (Remix!)

[Verse 7: Glasses Malone]

Why sub, has this mask by the hundred dudes

One blood my ass shit I brought when I hundred do's

Roll with a hundred Crip, finding a way

With a navy blue red, and ain't down to my day

And the navy blue red still duckin' the north

Watch me get that bitch laid like the kid of the port

It's move on muhfuckers by the blood for real

Cause the beach cruisin' flow colds polo bend here

[Verse 8: The Game]

It's the P-I-R-U

You can R-I-P

If you ever fuck with the G-A-M-E

S-N-double-O-P and the D-A-Z

K-U-R-UP-T

G-M-A-L-O-N-E

Fourty ounce spillin', back to drinkin' henny

On that S-T Crooked I, D-E-S

Smokin' that neon green

Keep that seaweed stress

I'm from the West coast

Call it WC for sure

2Pac laid, guess who carry the torch

Tryna throw up the dub, and on me that love

California resurrected, nigga all it took was

(One blood)