The Game Its Okay Lyrics
            [Intro]
            Dre, I see dead people
            Yo Dre, thought I was dead
            West Coast
        
            [Verse 1]
            I'm the doctor's advocate, n____ 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 s___ hydraulics
            Then p___ in a cup, call the s___ Hypnotiq
            I bleed Compton, spit crack and s___ Chronic
            And you new n____z ain't s___ but new n____z
            Bathing Ape shoe n____z, I'm talking to you n____z
            Bounce in the 6-4, throwing up Westside man
            Sell another five million albums, Yes I am
            Fresh like d___, this n____ did it again
            A hundred thousand on his neck, LA above the brim
            Inside the lambo, shotgun with snoop
            What would the m_________in' west coast be without one crip and
        
            [Chorus]
            One blood {*4X*}
            Blood {*9X*}
            One blood {*4X*}
        
            [Verse 2]
            I'm from the west side of the 6-4 Impala
            Where n____z say where you from, we don't ever say holla
            Bandana on the right side, gun on the left side
            n____z 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____z
            Better be glad you breathin, 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 n____z keep tryin me
            Everybody know that I'm the aire to the Aftermath dynasty
            And I ain't gotta make s___ for the club
            What DJ gonna turn down a 38 snub
            You 38 and you still rappin? Ugh
            I'm 26 n____, so is the doves
            In the '07 Hummer, hop out, nobody dodge
            When the chronic smoke clear, all you gonna hear is
        
            [Chorus]
        
            [Verse 3]
            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 n____z 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 n____z talking bout 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
            n____z 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 s___ but a warning until my album drops
        
            [Chorus] - 2X
        
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