its okay 歌詞
its okay - The Game
Dre I see dead people
Yo Dre thought I was dead
West Coast
I'm the doctor's advocate ni**a Dre shot cha
Brought me back from the dead
That's why they call him the Doctor
The Math gonna drop him and 50 ain't rockin
With him no more It's okay I get it poppin
Whole club rockin like a 6-4 Impala
Drink Cris' throw it up call the sh*t hydraulics
Then piss in a cup
Call the sh*t Hypnotiq
I bleed Compton spit crack and sh*t Chronic
And you new niggaz ain't sh*t but new niggaz
Bathing Ape shoe niggaz I'm talking to you niggaz
Bounce in the 6-4 throwing up Westside man
Sell another five million albums Yes I am
Fresh like damn this ni**a did it again
A hundred thousand on his neck LA above the brim
Inside the lambo shotgun with snoop
What would the motherf**king west coast be without one crip and
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 blood blood
One blood one blood one blood one blood
I'm from the west side of the 6-4 Impala
Where niggaz say where you from
We don't ever say holla
Bandana on the right side
Gun on the left side
Niggaz 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 niggaz
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 niggaz keep tryin me
Everybody know that I'm the aire to the Aftermath dynasty
And I ain't gotta make sh*t for the club
What DJ gonna turn down a 38 snub
You 38 and you still rapping Ugh
I'm 26 ni**a so is the doves
In the '07 Hummer hop out nobody dodge
When the chronic smoke clear
All you gonna hear is
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 blood blood
One blood one blood one blood one blood
I ain't got beef with 50 no beef with Jay
What's beef when you getting head in the 6-Tre
And the double game chains
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 niggaz better make up a dance and try and 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 niggaz talking about me
They don't know when to stop
I got the Louis Vuiton beltbuckle holding the glock
No bean no silencer
I know when to pop
Wait til Lil' Jon come on and let off a shot
I had the number 1 billboard spot
Niggaz stepped 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 sh*t but a warning until my album drops