The Game ft. Junior Reid - It's Okay (One Blood) Lyrics

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 '64 impala
Drink Cris, throw it up Call the shit hydraulics
Then piss in the cup Call the shit Hpnotiq
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, the shotgun with Snoop
What would the muthafuckin West Coast be without one crip and

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 ain't never say "Holler"
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 the West Coast need me
I don't know why you niggas keep trying 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 thirty-eight snub?
You thirty-eight and you still rapping? Urgh
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 -

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 getting head in the six-tre?
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 till Lil Jon come on and let off a shot
I have 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 till my album drop

One blood
Blood, blood, blood, blood-blood-blood
One blood