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letra de it's ok (one blood) - the game


“it’s ok (one blood)”

dre, i see dead people

blood, blood, blood, blood-blood-blood [x3]

yo, dre
thought i was dead
west coast

one blood [x4]

[verse 1]
i’m the doctor’s advocate, n-gg- dre shot ya
brought me back from the dead, that’s why they call him the doctor
the (after)’math don’t drop them
and 50 ain’t rockin’ with him
no more, it’s okay, i get it poppin’
whole club rockin’
like a ’64 impala
drink cris, throw it up
call the sh-t hydraulics
then p-ss in the cup
call the sh-t hypnotic
i bleed compton
spit crack and sh-t chronic
and you new n-gg-s ain’t sh-t
but new n-gg-s
bathing ape shoe n-gg-s
i’m talkin’ to you, n-gg-
bouncin’ in the ’64 throwin’ up west side, man
sellin’ another 5 million alb-ms, yes i am
fresh like d-mn
this n-gg- did it again
a hundred thousand on his neck, la above the brim
inside the lambo (rghini) in the shotgun with snoop
what would the motherf-ckin’ west coast be without one crip and (one blood)

one blood [x4]
blood, blood, blood, blood-blood-blood [x3]
one blood [x4]

[verse 2]
i’m from the west side of the ’64 impala
where n-gg-s say “where you from” we’ll never say “holla”
bandanna on the right side
gun on the left side
n-gg-s 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-gg-s better be glad you breathin’
all i need is one reason
i’m the king, and dre said the west coast need me
i don’t know why you n-gg-s keep tryin’ me
everybody knows i’m the heir to the aftermath dynasty
and i ain’t gotta make sh-t for the club
what dj gonna turn down the .38 snub?
you 38 and you still rappin’ uh
i’m 26 n-gg-, so is the dubs
on the ’07 hummer
hop out with no bodyguards
when the chronic smoke clear all you see is (one blood)

one blood [x4]
blood, blood, blood, blood-blood-blood [x3]
one blood [x4]

[verse 3]
i ain’t got beef with 50, no beef with jay
what’s beef when you gettin’ head in the 6-tray?
and the double game chain, i keep ’em on display
black t-shirt, so all you see is the a (aftermath)
turn on the tv, and all you see is the a (aftermath)
you n-gg-s better make up a dance and try to get radio play
keep on snappin’ your fingers, i ain’t going away
i don’t regret what i spit, cause i know what i say
and n-gg-s 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 ’til lil’ jon come on and left off a shot
i have the number 1 billboard spot
n-gg-s stepped on my fingers, and i climb right back to the top
i’m big, i’m cube, i’m nas, i’m ‘pac
this ain’t sh-t but a warnin’ ’til my alb-m drop

one blood [x4]
blood, blood, blood, blood-blood-blood [x3]
one blood [x8]
blood, blood, blood, blood-blood-blood [x3]
one blood [x4]