paroles de chanson It's Okay (One Blood) - The Game feat. Junior Reid
[Featuring:
Jim
Jones,
Snoop
Dogg,
Nas,
T.I.
& many
others]
[Jim
Jones
Intro]
Uh
huh...
Jones,
Dipset...
Byrdgang,
bitch
You
know
what
it
is
When
you
see
me
two
twelvin
you
homie
You
bitch
niggaz
keep
triple
ninin,
have
some
integrity,
bitch
[Jim
Jones]
BALLLLLIN'
Peace
blood,
peace
almighty
We
all
thugs
and
we
run
the
streets
nightly
And
get
my
lawyer,
why?
Cause
I
ain't
coppin'
out
And
I
fuck
wit
b-boys
who
bring
them
choppers
out
One
shot
of
that
will
have
the
boys
bring
the
coppers
out
And
we
ballin,
for
all
the
toys
is
what
we
hoppin
out
My
feary
side,
where
we
ride
And
we
all
fly
high
in
the
Leer
G5's
So,
twist
ya
fingers
up
and
bang,
mufucka
bang!
Get
ya
money
up,
this
cane
is
what
we
fuckin
slang!
And
a
9 trey
is
what
I
fuckin'
claim!
It's
Dipset
Capo
the
Don
of
the
Byrdgang!
[Snoop
Dogg]
They
call
the
D-O-Dub...
wasn't
really
trippin
cause
21,
20
crips
and
all
of
us
is
crippin,
cuz
We
from
a
different
street,
all
got
that
different
heat
But
when
we
move
the
macs
for
Game,
we
on
the
same
beat
So
if
you
fuck
with
blood,
then
you
fuck
wit
us
And
we
ain't
bustin
duds,
watch
out,
cause
we
bustin
slugs
We
sure
to
stay
in
touch
and
clean
your
mess
up
And
if
you
from
the
West
Coast,
my
nigga...
w-w-w-w-WESTSIDE!
[Nas]
Game
got
at
me
about
the
remix,
its
an
honor
my
nigga
I
made
rap,
one
blood,
that
say
I'm
signin
wit
Jigga
I
got
rappers
gettin
mad
at
me
I
got
these
new
jack
rappers
tryin
to
clap
at
me
I
got
these
corny
wannabe,
diss-song
kings
on
the
radio
Talkin
bout
how
they
gon
spray,
and
take
me
away
But
I'm
the
true
living,
legend,
I'm
not
to
be
questioned
Have
your
whole
hood
holler
shit
about
my
progression
[T.I.]
You
knowin
my
attitude
shitty,
only
a
buck
fifty
So
I
keep
the
smitty's
wit
me,
shit,
how
many
wit
me?
What,
you
scared?
I'm
prepared,
in
the
MALL
AND
ALL!
Wit
two
two's,
you
can
call
me
QUICK
DRAW
McGRAW!
Bitch,
I'ma
cut
that
fool,
better
CALL
THE
LAW!
I
start
sprayin,
make
fuck
nigga
FALL
AND
CRAWL!
I
press
play
like
Puff,
no
PAUSE
AT
ALL!
Choppin
holes
in
ALL
THE
WALLS,
that's
ALL
THEY
SAW!
[The
Game]
Hip-Hop
ain't
dead,
it
just
took
a
couple
shots
I
bring
it
back
to
life,
give
it
a
couple
shots
The
kings
comin,
no,
I'm
not
Jay-Z
Too
many
niggaz
hate
me,
but
they
scared
to
face
me
This
ain't
a
movie
dog,
no,
not
Waist
Deep
I'm
not
an
actor,
but
I'll
show
your
bitch
Big
Meek
She
givin
one
blood,
one
love,
on
dubs
140
thousand
the
first
week...
UHHH!
[Fat
Joe]
All
these
niggaz
wanna
front
trill
with
them
stiff
faces
Till
them
niggaz
lyin
still
up
in
stiff
cases
Within
styrofome...
and
embalmin
fluid
I
been
gone
too
long
and
I'm
down
to
lose
it
Somebody
go
and
get
this
nigga
a
pine
box
And
I
ain't
just
talkin
about
a
measly
nine
shots
Yeah
I'm
chopper
happy
and
my
wrist
loose
Call
me
Goldie,
I'll
smack
your
bitch
too!
[Lil'
Wayne]
504
gangsta,
New
Orleans
soldier
Bangin
underwater,
fuck
around
and
soak
ya
Louisiana
gunner,
I'm
bout
my
holster
And
if
you
gettin
greasy,
I'm
an
ulcer
I'm
bickin
back,
bein
bool
on
the
Eastside
Or
New
Orleans
where
the
bloods
at
the
bee
hive
Ain't
nothin
sweet
unless
its
presidential
Cause
that
is
where
I
sleep,
now
give
me
my
key!
[N.O.R.E.]
New
York
get
the
blood
money,
dirty
cash
- still
sweet
We
will
black
wall
street
by
the
swapmeet
with
heat
Def
Jam,
they
gonna
flop
him
and
Reggaeton
ain't
hot
in
The
building
no
more...
It's
OKAY!
I
GET
IT
POPPIN!
Back
to
the
forest
trees
for
deep,
these
little
me's
Who
took
believers
an
opportunity
to
breathe
And
you
ain't
gotta
go
overseas
to
see
our
rap
shit
You
can
come
to
left,
round
Queens
and
get
jacked
quick
[Jadakiss
& Styles
P]
(One
blood)
we
used
to
the
spillin
(Came
from
the
hood)
so
we
used
to
the
killin
Used
to
the
black
males
(makin
cracksales
in
the
buildin)
(How
else
you
get
the
benz)
with
the
suede
on
the
ceiling?
(Blood
in)
blood
out
(me
and
homie)
back
to
back
(Both
loaded
workin)
we
about
to
pitch
a
(shut
out)
I'm
New
York's
king,
(I'm
New
York's
hardest
nigga)
Anything
in
between's
a
(motherfuckin'
target,
nigga)
D-B-(L-O-)C-K,
(he
spray)
The
hawk'll
find
a
nice
home
(right
where
your
cheeks
stay)
We
got
a
mean
team,
(Hip-Hop
dream
team)
Them
boys
is
only
in
the
projects
on
(green
screen)
Yeah,
no
security,
(I'll
put
you
on
the
respirator)
I'm
the
bomb,
(I'm
the
mothafuckin
detonator)
One
(dutch),
one
(bud),
one
(burner),
one
(slug)
Want
a
couple
casualties,
but
we'll
settle
for
just
(one
blood)
[Fabolous]
WHAT
IT
LOOK
LIKE?
All
I
say
at
most
Shooters
waitin
on
the
word...
JUST
SAY
IT
LOS!
I
let
these
niggaz
live,
yes,
I
saw
'em
pull
the
plug
Havin
goons
pullin
gloves,
leave
the
room
full
of
slugs
Catch
me
trafficin,
on
maroon
colored
dubs
Couple
Africans,
with
balloons
full
of
drugs
If
they
like
me,
tell
'em
line
up
While
I
sit
behind
team,
point
'em
out
like
a
line
up
[Juelz
Santana]
Mic
check,
one
two,
one
two,
check
I'm
strapped,
you
strapped,
let's
play
two
on
two
Let's
go,
you're
eyein
us
in
the
iron
bus,
BOOM!
Leak
ya,
two
liters
of
red
juice,
hawaiian
punch
So
what
you
boys
gon
do
to
me?
I'm
born
street
Your
life's
sweet,
MTV's
Laguna
Beach
(damn!)
Mama
told
me
not
to
play
with
fire
but
She
never
told
me
I
would
grow
to
be
a
liar
[Rick
Ross]
One
love
to
the
gangs,
but
I'm
in
the
thangs
Save
the
colors
for
the
cars,
see
we
kill
for
the
fame
(Ross)
The
boss
made
it,
yeah,
we
floss
flagrant
Shame
how
I
lost
your
life
savings
up
in
Las
Vegas
(Ross)
I'm
a
heavy
better,
I'm
a
heavy
seller
Keep
white
in
the
office
call
it
Jerry
Heller
Lettin
off
a
hundred
rounds,
let
the
barrel
pick
And
we
gon
sit
here,
wait
for
the
derrelics
[Twista]
Bitch
I
got
lords
and
gangstas,
show
me
where
them
niggaz
at
Chi
got
two
six's
and
kings,
show
me
where
them
killas
at
Chi
got
them
ballas
and
hustlers,
show
me
where
them
figures
at
Game,
where
them
triggers
at?
Aim
at
them
fitted
caps!
He
got
the
clips,
I
got
the
scope,
let's
get
them
choppers,
nigga
He
got
the
kush,
I
got
the
dope,
let's
get
it
poppin,
nigga
Hurt
him
in
that
cherry
six
fo,
shit
ain't
no
stoppin,
nigga
Hit
him
in
the
head
and
the
body
with
a
bullet
When
I
put
him
in
the
cemetary
then
I
gotta
holler
out!
[Daz]
WHATTUP
CUZ?!?!
[Kurupt]
Yeah
rollin
with
two
grips
Glock
holdin
on
the
hip,
rollin
wit
two
clips
Got
two
tiny
locos
ready
to
take
trips
Shake
and
make
trips,
high
stakes
to
take
grips
But
they
know
what's
crackin
cuz,
cause
as
we
huddle
They
hold
cards
down,
nigga,
like
spades
and
pinochle
West
coast
gang
bang,
riders
erasin
em
Got
funny
niggaz
raisin
up
and
riders
replacin
em,
cuz!
[Daz
Dillinger]
Draped
in
blue,
notorious
gangsta
crew
RIP
for
niggaz
who
don't
stay
true
Deep
down
in
the
crevices,
see
the
jets
veteran
Dwellin
in
the
land
of
the
gang
bang
with
fleshin
I'm
legendary,
yes,
yes,
a
westcoaster
Throwin
up
two
C's,
wit
two
guns
in
my
holster
I'm
from
Long
Beach
city,
a
crip
next
to
Compton
Down
wit
my
nigga
Game,
if
you
niggaz
want
problems
From
the
streets
to
the
suites,
anywhere
we
can
meet
Delano
to
Compton,
Slauson
swat
Meet
Worldwide,
get
swept
away
by
the
tide
By
G's,
and
BG's,
O.G's,
its
time
to
RIIIIDE!
[WC]
Who
the
rider,
looter
through
the
gutter
mayne?
Trued
up
in
them
Carolina
blue
Hurricanes!
From
the
westside,
strivin
to
dead
em
Where
them
killers
throw
that
third
letter
up
Like
Raymond
Washington
and
Tookie
Williams
Blue
jeans,
blue
strings,
blowin
blueberry
green
Cadillac
on
blue
D's
and
a
blue
T
Money
thick
as
blue
cheese,
chunkin
up
the
dub
What
the
west
be
without
Snoop
and
Dub
C
and
one
blood?
[E-40]
The
Bay
Area,
fuckers,
we
pop
em
Open
you
up
if
you
got
a
problem
Up
top,
born
in
Cali-forn-ia
Clean
your
clock,
open
your
can
of
tuna
Make
a
choice
to
see
the
hell
or
it's
heaven
Get
your
chest
layed
out
wit
the
FM
57
This
ain't
nothin
to
do
with
nobody
But
in
the
Yay,
there
ain't
nuttin
to
do
but
catch
bodies
[Bun
B]
I'm
comin
straight
outta
PAT,
like
Compton
in
all
black
But
when
we
say
what
it
do,
they
never
say
holla
back
Bun
B,
the
uh,
OG
like
'95
Air
Max
Neon
green
outta
fight
club
off
a
fair
facts
Ask
the
hundreds,
it's
doable,
I
done
done
it
At
the
summit
of
rap
and
I'm
watchin
you
haters
plummit
Run
to
it
or
run
from
it,
to
Bun
it
don't
differ
Wipe
the
streets
with
ya
like
you
a
swiffer
as
a
gifter,
one
blood!
[Chamillionaire]
I'm
the
realest
youngster
thats
breathin,
and
I
don't
gotta
give
a
reason
Chamillionaire
a
millionaire,
y'all
competin
to
be
competin!
My
purpose
is
to
get
the
cheese
and
as
a
purpose
that
should
defeatin
So
shut
your
mouth,
have
a
seat
and
be
quiet
till
I
finish
eatin
My
label
tells
me
I'm
greedy,
hoggin
all
the
room
on
your
tv
Like
(Eric)
they
think
its
(Eazy),
but
it
isnt
easy
believe
me
Need
to
make
a
room
in
B.E.
television
if
you
wanna
be
me
Game
said
he
made
room
for
Jeezy,
I
had
to
make
room
for
me,
G!
[Slim
Thug]
Its
one
blood
if
you
blood
or
cuz
From
that
number
one
thug,
its
still
one
love
I
rep
my
blue
boy
team
but
I
do
it
for
green
I
do
it
for
my
folks,
vice
lords
and
kings
All
us
trappers,
future
rappers,
standin
out
on
the
blocks
Tryna
get
up
out
the
hood
mayne,
and
stack
'em
a
knot
Put
ya
sets
in
the
air,
scream
fuck
the
cops!
We
gon
rep
for
the
hood
mayne,
like
it
or
not!
[Young
Dro]
My
feed
mashable,
murders
are
catastrophical
Cars
is
improbable,
I'm
overcomin
obstacles
Trappin,
I
made
it
logical,
my
topic
is
impossible
I
got
a
partner
named
Shoe
Strang,
cause
shorty
real
crossable
Shark
meat
to
Papadough's,
cars
be
tropical
All
guns
choppable,
all
blocks
are
mobbable
I
am
unstoppable,
my
calico
is
toxable
Lyrically
diabolical,
kushin'
is
now
cigarable
[The
Clipse]
Red
rum,
red
rum
(such
power
in
the
tongue)
Never
in
the
wildest,
(was
he
talkin
to
them)
Style
on
niggaz,
(but
feel
it
to
the
numb)
Japanese
thread,
(brought
flavor
to
these
bums)
Consider
me
the
savior,
(look
what
the
lord
gave
ya)
My
celebrated
presence
(like
the
return
of
Rayful)
Frolic
in
the
snow,
so
playful
(And
revivin
the
track)
like
we
flowin
through
jumper
cables
(What
duo)
you
know
(get
XXL
kudos)
while
coppin
off
Coolio
(Classic
shit)
we
mastered
this,
(left
for
dead)
I'm
back,
(I'm
Lazareth)
[Ja
Rule]
Shit,
one
trip,
one
blood,
LA,
New
York
The
Game,
the
Rule,
one
love,
guns
up
Hands
down,
can't
touch,
the
flow
is
a
bit
much
The
style,
wanna
keep
up?
I
advise
you
to
speed
up
With
money
movin
like
coke,
these
days
gotta
re-up
G
up,
cop
some
heaters
and
dare
a
nigga
to
act
up
You
see
us,
in
dual
seaters
and
throw
it
up!
Its
all
hood,
niggaz
rep
your
sets
if
your
cuz
or
(blood)
...Niggaz,
we
all
bleed!
These
niggaz
can't
breathe
Only
because
the
guns
are
drawn
and
aimed
to
part
Niggaz
that
got
bullets
with
names
on
them!
Want
em,
come
get
'em
niggaz,
y'all
know
where
to
get
at
me
Look
at
me,
now
pass
me,
maybe
you
can
be
half
me
You
bastards,
I'm
laughin,
bullets
stickin
in
family
Who
sadly
gets
torn
between
one
crip
and
one
(blood)
Y'all
niggaz
know
me,
haha...
yeah!
![The Game feat. Junior Reid - Doctor's Advocate](https://pic.Lyrhub.com/img/b/j/z/e/k_VxnNezjB.jpg)
1 Let's Ride
2 Remedy
3 It's Okay (One Blood)
4 It's Okay (One Blood)
5 Da Shit
6 Lookin At You
7 Too Much
8 Why You Hate the Game
9 Bang
10 California Vacation
11 Ol' English
12 Doctor's Advocate
13 One Night
14 Too Much
15 Scream On Em
16 Around the World
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