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The Game

"It’s Okay (One Blood)"

[Intro: The Game & Junior Reid]
Dre, I see dead people
Modern vampires of the city
Hunting blood
Blood
Blood

Yo, Dre
Thought I was dead
West Coast
(One blood, one blood, one blood, one blood)

[Verse 1: The Game]
I'm the Doctor's Advocate, n*gga, 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 six-four Impala
Drink Cris', throw it up, call the sh*t hydraulics
Then p*ss in the cup, call the sh*t Hpnotiq (Brrrrat!)
I bleed Compton, spit crack and sh*t chronic
And you new n*ggas ain't sh*t but new n*ggas
Bathing Ape-shoe n*ggas, I'm talking to you, n*ggas
Bouncing in the '64, throwing up West side, man
Sell another 5 million albums? Yes, I am
Fresh like "Damn, this n*gga did it again
A hundred thousand on his neck, L.A. above the brim"
Inside the Lambo, the shotgun with Snoop
What would the muthaf*ckin' West Coast be
Without one crip and...?

[Hook: Junior Reid]
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
One blood, one blood, one blood, one blood
One blood

[Verse 2: The Game]
I'm from the Westside of the six-four Impala
Where n*ggas say "Where you from?"
We don't never say "Harlem"
Bandanna on the right side, gun on the left side
n*ggas 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 n*ggas better be glad you breathing
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*ggas keep trying me
Everybody know that I'm the heir to the Aftermath dynasty
And I ain't gotta make sh*t for the club
What DJ gon' turn down the thirty-eight snub?
You thirty-eight and you still rapping? Ughhh
I'm 26, n*gga, so is the dubs
On the '07 Hummer, hop out, no bodyguards
When the chronic smoke clear all you gon' see is...

[Hook]
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
One blood, one blood, one blood, one blood
One blood

[Verse 3: The Game]
I ain't got beef with 50, no beef with Jay
What's beef when you getting head in the six-trey?
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 n*ggas 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 n*ggas 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 'til Lil Jon come on and let off a shot
I have the number one billboard spot
n*ggas 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 sh*t but a warning 'til my album drop

[Hook]
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
One blood, one blood, one blood, one blood

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