It's Okay (One Blood) [feat. Junior Reid]

Dre, I see dead people

Modern vampires of the city

Hunting blood, blood

Blood

Yo, Dre

Thought I was dead

West Coast

I'm the doctor's advocate

Dre shot you

Brought me back from the dead, that's why they call him the doctor

The Math gon' drop him

If 50 ain't rocking with him no more

It's okay, I get it popping

Whole club rocking like a '64 Impala

Drink Cris', throw it up

Call it **** hydraulics

Then **** in the cup

Call the **** Hpnotiq

I bleed Compton, spit crack, and **** chronic

And you new **** ain't ****, but new ****

Bathing Ape shoe ****

I'm talking to you ****

Bounce in a '64, throwing up West Side, man

Sell another five million albums, yes, I am

Fresh like, damn, this **** did it again

A hunnid thousand on his neck

LA above the brim

Inside the Lambo

Shotgun with Snoop

What would the mother**** West Coast be without one **** and

One blood?

One blood

One blood

One blood

I'm from the west side of the '64 Impala

When **** say, "Where you from?"

We don't never say Harlem

Bandana on the right side

**** on the left side

**** 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 **** 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 **** keep trying me

Everybody know that I'm the heir to the Aftermath dynasty

And I ain't gotta make **** for the club

What DJ gon' turn down the **** ****?

You thirty-eight and you still rapping, uh

I'm twenty-six, ****, so is the dubs

On the '07 Hummer, hop out

No bodyguards, when the **** smoke clear, all you gon' see is

One blood

One blood

One blood

One blood

I ain't got beef with 50

No beef with Jay

What's beef when you gettin' **** in the six-trey?

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 **** 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

Talking 'bout me they don't know when to stop

I got the Louis Vuitton belt buckle, holding the ****

No beam, no silencer, I know when to ****

Wait till Lil' Jon come on and let off a ****

I had the number one Billboard spot

**** stepped on my fingers and I climbed right back to the top

I'm B.I.G., I'm Cube, I'm Nas, I'm Pac

This ain't **** but a warning till my album drop

One blood

One blood

One blood

One blood