The Game

The Game - It's Okay (One Blood) lyrics

[Intro]

Dre, I see dead people

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 motherfuckin' 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 heir 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 dubs

In the '07 Hummer, hop out, no body guards

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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