It's Okay (One Blood)

Dre, I see dead people!

Modern vampires of the city

HUNTING BLOOD

BLOOOOOOD BLUH-UD

Yo Dre, thought I was dead

West Coast

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 rockin with him no more

It's OK, 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

Bathin' Ape shoe niggas

I'm talkin' to YOU, nigga

Bounce in a '64, throwin up West Side, 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 mothafuckin West Coast be without one crip and

One Blood, One Blood, One Blood

Blood

One Blood

I'm from the West Side of the '64 Impala

When niggas say where you from, we don't never 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 heir to the Aftermath dynasty

And I ain't gotta make shit for the club

What DJ gon' turn down the 38 snub?

You 38 and you still rappin? Ugh

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, One Blood, One Blood

Blood

One Blood

I ain't got beef with 50

No beef with Jay

What's beef when you gettin' head in a six tre

And the double Game chains? I keep 'em on display

Black t-shirts 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, try to get radio play

Keep on snappin your fingers I ain't goin' 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 till Lil Jon come on and let off a shot

I had the number one 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 warnin' till my album drop

One Blood, One Blood, One Blood

Blood

One Blood