ฟังเพลงits okay

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