The Game, Junior Reid - It's Okay (One Blood) (Explicit Version)

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