ITS OK

Its Ok (One Blood)
The Game


Dre, I see dead people

Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood (x3)

Yo, Dre
Thought I was Dead
West coast

One blood (x4)

(Verse 1)
Im the Doctors Advocate, ****** dre shot ya
Brought me back from the dead, thats why they call him the doctor
The (after)math dont drop them
And 50 ain t rockin with him
No more, ITS OKAY, I get it poppin
Whole club rockin
Like a 64 impala
Drink cris, throw it up
Call the ************t hydraulics
Then piss in the cup
Call the ************t hypnotic
I bleed Compton
Spit crack and ************t chronic
And you new ******z aint ************t
But new ******z
Played to get shooed ******z
Im talkin ta you, ******
Bouncin in da 64 throwin up West side, man
Sellin another 5 million albums, YES I AM
Fresh like damn
This ****** did it again
A hundred thousand on his neck, L.A. above the brim
Inside the lambo (rghini) in the shotgun with Snoop
What would the mother****** West coast be without one crip and (one Blood)

(Chorus)
One blood (x4)
Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood (x3)
One blood (x4)

(Verse 2)
Im from the West side of the 64 Impala
Where ******z say 'Where you from' well never say 'Holla'
Bandanna on the right side
Gun on the left side
******z in New York, know how to throw up the West side
Wordto Eazy
Im so ill, believe me
I made room for Jeezy
But the rest of you ******z better be glad you breathin
All i need is one reason
Im the king, and Dre said the West coast need me
I dont know why you ******z keep tryin me
Everybody knows Im the heir to the Aftermath dynasty
And I aint gotta make ************t for the club
What DJ gonna turn down the .38 snub?
You 38 and you still rappin uhh
Im 26 ******, so is the dubs
On the 07 Hummer
Hop out with no bodyguards
When the chronic smoke clear all you see is ( one Blood)

(Chorus)
One blood (x4)
Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood (x3)
One blood (x4)

(Verse 3)
I aint got beef with 50, no beef with Jay
Whats beef when you gettin head in the 6-tray?
And the double game chain, I keep em on display
Black T-************rt, so all you see is the A (aftermath)
Turn on the TV, and all you see is the A ( aftermath)
You ******z better make up a dance and try to get radio play
Keep on snappin your fingers, I aint going away
I dont regret what I spit, cuz I know what I say
And ******z keep talkin about me, they dont 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
******z stepped on my fingers, and I climb right back to the top
Im BIG, Im Cube, Im NaS, Im Pac
This aint ************t but a warnin til my album drop

(Chorus)
One blood (x4)
Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood (x3)
One blood (x8)
Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood- Blood-Blood (x3)
One blood (x4)