Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song It's Okay (One Blood), artist - The Game. Album song Doctor's Advocate, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Geffen
Song language: English
It's Okay (One Blood) |
[Game whispering) |
Dre, I see dead people |
Modern vampires of the city! |
I taste blood! |
Bloooooood! |
Blo-od! |
(Game) |
Yo Dre, thought I was dead |
West Coast |
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 niggas ain’t shit but new niggas |
Bathing Ape shoe niggas, I’m talking to you niggas |
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 motherf**kin' west coast be without one crip and |
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, Blood, Blood |
One blood |
One blood |
One blood |
One blood |
I’m from the west side of the 6−4 Impala |
Where niggas say where you from, we don’t ever say holla |
Bandana 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 it, the west coast need me |
I don’t know why you niggas keep tryin me |
Everybody know that I’m the aire 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 doves |
In the '07 Hummer, hop out, nobody dodge |
When the chronic smoke clear, all you gonna hear is |
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, Blood, Blood |
One blood |
One blood |
One blood |
One blood |
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 niggas 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 niggas 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 |
Niggas 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 |