Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song its okay, artist - The Game. Album song Face of L.A., in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 17.06.2011
Record label: FUTURISTIC SWAGG ENT
Song language: English
its okay |
| Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood Yo, Dre |
| Thought I was Dead |
| West coast |
| One blood 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 (after)'math don’t drop them |
| And 50 ain’t rockin' with him |
| No more, IT’S OKAY, 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 |
| Spit crack and shit chronic |
| And you new niggas ain’t shit |
| But new niggas |
| Bathing Ape shoe niggas |
| I’m talkin' to you, nigga |
| Bouncin' in the '64 throwin' up West side, man |
| Sellin' 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 (rghini) in the shotgun with Snoop |
| What would the motherfuckin' West coast be without one crip and (one Blood) |
| One blood Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood One blood I’m from the West |
| side of the '64 Impala |
| Where niggas say «Where you from» we’ll never say «Holla» |
| Bandanna on the right side |
| Gun on the left side |
| Niggas 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 niggas better be glad you breathin' |
| All i need is one reason |
| I’m the king, and Dre said the West coast need me |
| I don’t know why you niggas keep tryin' me |
| Everybody knows I’m the heir to the Aftermath dynasty |
| And I ain’t gotta make shit for the club |
| What DJ gonna turn down the .38 snub? |
| You 38 and you still rappin' uh |
| I’m 26 nigga, so is the dubs |
| On the '07 Hummer |
| Hop out with no bodyguards |
| When the chronic smoke clear all you see is (one Blood) |
| One blood Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood One blood 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 (aftermath) |
| You niggas 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 niggas keep talkin' about me, they don’t know when to stop |
| I got the Louis Vuitton belt buckle, holdin' the 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 |
| Niggas 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 |
| One blood Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood One blood Blood, Blood, Blood, |
| Blood-Blood-Blood One blood |