The Game - It's Okay lyrics

[Intro] [Game whispering) Dre, I see dead people [Junior Reid] Modern vampires of the city! I taste blood! Bloooooood! Blo-od! (Game) Yo Dre, thought I was dead West Coast [Verse 1] I'm the doctor's advocate, n***a 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 sh** hydraulics Then piss in a cup, call the sh** Hypnotiq I bleed Compton, spit crack and sh** Chronic And you new n***as ain't sh** but new n***as Bathing Ape shoe n***as, I'm talking to you n***as Bounce in the 6-4, throwing up Westside man Sell another five million albums, Yes I am Fresh like damn, this n***a 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] I'm from the west side of the 6-4 Impala Where n***as say where you from, we don't ever say holla Bandana on the right side, gun on the left side n***as 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 n***as 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 n***as keep tryin me Everybody know that I'm the aire to the Aftermath dynasty And I ain't gotta make sh** for the club What DJ gonna turn down a 38 snub You 38 and you still rappin? Ugh I'm 26 n***a, so is the doves In the '07 Hummer, hop out, nobody dodge When the chronic smoke clear, all you gonna hear is [Chorus] 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 [Verse 3] 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 n***as 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 n***as 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 n***as 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 sh** but a warning until my album drops