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Game - It's Okay Lyrics
Dre, I see dead people
Modern vampires of the city
Hunting blood blood blood
Variations of blood
Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood (3x)
Yo, Dre
Thought I was dead
West Coast
One Blood (4x)
Verse 1
I'm the Doctor's Advocate, n**** Dre shot ya.
Brought me back from the dead, that's why they call him the doctor. The (after)'math gon' drop them
And 50 ain't rockin' with him
No more, it's okay (mimicking Scarface), I get it poppin'
Whole club rockin'
Like a '64 impala
Drink cris, throw it up
Call the shit hydraulics
Then piss in the cup
Call the shit hypnotic
I bleed Compton (Brrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaaaattt)
Spit crack and shit chronic
And you new n***** ain't shit
But new n*****
Bathing Ape Shoe n*****
I'm talkin' ta you, n****
Bouncin' in da '64 throwin' up West Side, man
Sellin' another 5 million albums, YES I AM
Fresh like damn
This n**** did it again
A hundred thousand on his neck, L.A. above the brim
Inside the lambo (rghini), shotgun with Snoop
What would the motherf**kin' West Coast be without one crip and one blood
Chorus
One Blood (4x)
Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood (3x)
One Blood (4x)
Verse 2
I'm from the West Side of the '64 Impala
Where n***** say "Where you from?" we'll never say "Holla"
Bandanna on the right side
Gun on the left side (Brrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaaaattt)
N***** in New York, know how to throw up the West Side
Word to eazy
I'm so I'll, believe me
I made room for Jeezy
But the rest of you n***** 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**** 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 gon' turn down the .38 snub?
You 38 and you still rappin' uhh
I'm 26 n****, so is the dubs (inches)
On the '07 Hummer
Hop out, no bodyguards
When the chronic smoke clear all you gon' see is one blood
Chorus
One Blood (4x)
Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood (3x)
One Blood (4x)
Verse 3
I ain't got beef with 50, no beef with Jay
What's beef when you gettin' head in the 6-tray?
And the double game chain, I keep 'em on display
Black T-shirt, so all you see is the A (aftermath)
Turn on the TV, and all you see is the A (Atlanta)
You n***** better make up a dance and try to get radio play
Keep on +Snappin' Your Fingers+, I ain't going away
I don't regret what I spit, ''cause I know what I say
And n***** keep talkin' about me, they don't know when to stop
I got the Louis Vuitton belt buckle, holdin' tha glock
No beam, no silencer, I know when to pop
Wait 'til Lil' Jon come on and left off a shot
I have the number 1 Billboard spot (Yeah! Hahahaha)
N***** stepped on my fingers, and I climb right back to the top
I'm BIG, I'm Cube, I'm NaS, I'm 'Pac
This ain't shit but a warnin' 'til my album drop
Chorus
One Blood (4x)
Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood (3x)
One Blood (8x)
Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood [x3]
One Blood (4x)
