IT'S OKAY (ONE BLOOD) FEAT.Junior Reid

Dre, I see dead people... (Blood!…) Yo Dre, thought I was dead, (One Blood…) West Coast I'm the (One Blood…) Doctor's Advocate Nigga Dre shot ya Brought me back from the dead That's why they call him the Doctor The mavs goin drop em If 50 ain't rockin wit him no more It's ok I get it poppin (Blood!…) The whole club rockin like da 6-4 Impala Drink 'Cris throw it up call the shyt hydraulics Then piss n the cup call the shyt Hypnotiq I bleed (One Blood…) Compton spit crack then shit chronic And you new niggas ain't shyt but new niggas Bathin' Ape shoe niggas I'm talkin to you nigga Bounce n the 6-4 throw up the west side man Sell another five million albums yes I am (Blood!…) Fresh like damn like dis nigga did it again A hundred thousand on his neck L.A. above the brim Inside the lambo Shotgun wit Snoop What would the (One Blood…) muthafuckin west coast be without One Crip and (One Blood) One blood, one blood, one blood… (Blood!…) (One Blood…) I'm from the west side of the 6-4 Impala When niggas say where you from Well 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 (Blood!…) 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 (One Blood…) king and DRE said it the west coast need me I don't kno why you niggas keep tryin me Everybody know that I'm the heir to the Aftermath Dynasty And I ain't got to make shyt for the club What DJ goin turn down the 38 snub (Blood!…) You 38 and you still rappin' uhh I'm 26 nigga so is the dubs On the '07 Hummer hop out Nobody (One Blood…) guard you when the chronic Smoke clear all you goin see is (One blood) One blood, one blood, one blood… (Blood!…) (One Blood…) I ain't got beef wit 50 No beef wit Jay What's beef when you gettin head n the 6 trey And the double game change I keep em on display Black t-shirt so all you see is the A (Blood!…) Turn on the tv and all you see is the A You niggas better make up a dance to try to get radio play keep on snappin your fingers I ain't goin away I don't (One Blood…) regret what I spit Cause I kno what I say Niggas talk about me they don't know when to stop I got the Louis Vuitton belt buckle holdin the glock No beam no silencer I kno when to pop I wait till Lil Jon to come on to let off a shot I had the (Blood!…) number one billboard spot Niggas steped 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 (One Blood…) shyt but a warning till my album drop (one blood) One blood, one blood, one blood… (Blood!…) One blood, one blood, one blood… (Blood!…)