It's Ok lyrics

[Intro: The Game & Junior Reid]

Dre, I see dead people

Modern vampires of the city

Hunting blood

Blood

Blood

Yo, Dre

Thought I was dead

West Coast

(One blood, one blood, one blood, one blood)

[Verse 1: The Game]

I'm the Doctor's Advocate, nigga, Dre shot ya

Brought me back from the dead

That's why they call him the doctor

The 'Math gon' drop him

And 50 ain't rocking with him no more

It's okay! I get it popping

Whole club rocking, like a six-four Impala

Drink Cris', throw it up, call the shit hydraulics

Then piss in the cup, call the shit Hpnotiq (Brrrrat!)

I bleed Compton, spit crack and shit chronic

And you new niggas ain't shit but new niggas

Bathing Ape-shoe niggas, I'm talking to you, niggas

Bouncing in the '64, throwing up West side, man

Sell another 5 million albums? Yes, I am

Fresh like "Damn, this nigga did it again

A hundred thousand on his neck, L.A. above the brim"

Inside the Lambo shotgun with Snoop

What would the muthafuckin' West Coast be

Without one crip and

[Chorus: Junior Reid]

One blood

One blood

One blood

One blood

Blood, blood, blood, blood-blood-blood

Blood, blood, blood, blood-blood-blood

Blood, blood, blood, blood-blood-blood

One blood, one blood, one blood, one blood

One blood

[Verse 2: The Game]

I'm from the Westside of the six-four Impala

Where niggas say "Where you from?"

We don't never say "Harlem"

Bandanna on the right side, gun on the left side

Niggas in New York know how to throw up the Westside

Word to Eazy, I'm so ill, believe me

I made room for Jeezy

But the rest of you niggas better be glad you breathing

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 niggas keep trying 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 thirty-eight snub?

You 38 and you still rapping? Ughhh

I'm 26, nigga, so is the dubs

On the '07 Hummer, hop out, no bodyguards

When the chronic smoke clear all you gon' see is

[Chorus: Junior Reid]

One blood

One blood

One blood

One blood

Blood, blood, blood, blood-blood-blood

Blood, blood, blood, blood-blood-blood

Blood, blood, blood, blood-blood-blood

One blood, one blood, one blood, one blood

One blood

[Verse 3: The Game]

I ain't got beef with 50, no beef with Jay

What's beef when you getting head in the six-trey?

And the double Game chain, 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 niggas better make up a dance and try to 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 niggas talking about 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

Niggas stepped on my fingers, and I climb right back to the top

I'm B.I.G., I'm Cube, I'm Nas, I'm Pac

This ain't shit but a warning 'til my album drop

[Chorus: Junior Reid]

One blood

One blood

One blood

One blood

Blood, blood, blood, blood-blood-blood

Blood, blood, blood, blood-blood-blood

Blood, blood, blood, blood-blood-blood

One blood, one blood, one blood, one blood