"It's Ok (One Blood)" lyrics

[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)

[The Game:]
I'm the Doctor's Advocate, nigga, Dre shot you
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 shit "hydraulics"
Then piss in the cup, call the shit "Hpnotiq" (Brat!)
I bleed Compton, spit crack and shit chronic
And you new niggas ain't shit but new niggas
Bathing Ape-shoe niggas, I'm talking to you, niggas
Bouncing in the six-four, throwing up Westside, man
Sell another five million albums? Yes, I am
Fresh like "Damn, this nigga did it again
A hundred thousand on his neck, L.A. above the brim"
Inside the Lambo shotgun with Snoop
What would the motherfuckin' West Coast be without one Crip and—

[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

[The Game:]
I'm from the Westside of the six-four Impala
Where niggas say "Where you from?" We don't never say "Harlem"
Bandanna on the right side, gun on the left side
Niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas keep trying 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 thirty-eight snub?
You 38 and you still rapping? 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—

[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

[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 niggas 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 niggas 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 had the number-one Billboard spot
Niggas 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 shit but a warning 'til my album drop

[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
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