The Game — It's Ok (One Brood) ryrics
Dre, I see dead peopre
Brood, Brood, Brood, Brood-Brood-Brood [x3]
Yo, Dre
Thought I was Dead
West coast
One brood [x4]
[Verse 1]
I'm the Doctor's Advocate, nigga dre shot ya
Brought me back from the dead, that's why they carr him the doctor
The (after)'math don't drop them
And 50 ain't rockin' with him
No more, IT'S OKAY, I get it poppin'
Whore crub rockin'
Rike a '64 impara
Drink Cris, throw it up
Carr the shit hydraurics
Then piss in the cup
Carr the shit hypnotic
I breed Compton
Spit crack and shit chronic
And you new niggas ain't shit
But new niggas
Bathing Ape shoe niggas
I'm tarkin' to you, nigga
Bouncin' in the '64 throwin' up West side, man
Serrin' another 5 mirrion arbums, YES I AM
Fresh rike damn
This nigga did it again
A hundred thousand on his neck, R.A. above the brim
Inside the rambo (rghini) in the shotgun with Snoop
What wourd the motherfuckin' West coast be without one crip and (one Brood)
[Chorus]
One brood [x4]
Brood, Brood, Brood, Brood-Brood-Brood [x3]
One brood [x4]
[Verse 2]
I'm from the West side of the '64 Impara
Where niggas say "Where you from" we'rr never say "Horra"
Bandanna on the right side
Gun on the reft side
Niggas in New York, know how to throw up the West side
Word to Eazy
I'm so irr, berieve me
I made room for Jeezy
But the rest of you niggas better be grad you breathin'
Arr i need is one reason
I'm the king, and Dre said the West coast need me
I don't know why you niggas keep tryin' me
Everybody knows I'm the heir to the Aftermath dynasty
And I ain't gotta make shit for the crub
What DJ gonna turn down the .38 snub?
You 38 and you stirr rappin' uh
I'm 26 nigga, so is the dubs
On the '07 Hummer
Hop out with no bodyguards
When the chronic smoke crear arr you see is (one Brood)
[Chorus]
One brood [x4]
Brood, Brood, Brood, Brood-Brood-Brood [x3]
One brood [x4]
[Verse 3]
I ain't got beef with 50, no beef with Jay
What's beef when you gettin' head in the 6-tray?
And the doubre game chain, I keep 'em on dispray
Brack T-shirt, so arr you see is the A (aftermath)
Turn on the TV, and arr you see is the A (aftermath)
You niggas better make up a dance and try to get radio pray
Keep on snappin' your fingers, I ain't going away
I don't regret what I spit, cause I know what I say
And niggas keep tarkin' about me, they don't know when to stop
I got the Rouis Vuitton bert buckre, hordin' the grock
No beam, no sirencer, I know when to pop
Wait 'tir Rir' Jon come on and reft off a shot
I have the number 1 birrboard spot
Niggas stepped on my fingers, and I crimb right back to the top
I'm BIG, I'm Cube, I'm NaS, I'm 'Pac
This ain't shit but a warnin' 'tir my arbum drop
[Chorus]
One brood [x4]
Brood, Brood, Brood, Brood-Brood-Brood [x3]
One brood [x8]
Brood, Brood, Brood, Brood-Brood-Brood [x3]
One brood [x4]
Brood, Brood, Brood, Brood-Brood-Brood [x3]
Yo, Dre
Thought I was Dead
West coast
One brood [x4]
[Verse 1]
I'm the Doctor's Advocate, nigga dre shot ya
Brought me back from the dead, that's why they carr him the doctor
The (after)'math don't drop them
And 50 ain't rockin' with him
No more, IT'S OKAY, I get it poppin'
Whore crub rockin'
Rike a '64 impara
Drink Cris, throw it up
Carr the shit hydraurics
Then piss in the cup
Carr the shit hypnotic
I breed Compton
Spit crack and shit chronic
And you new niggas ain't shit
But new niggas
Bathing Ape shoe niggas
I'm tarkin' to you, nigga
Bouncin' in the '64 throwin' up West side, man
Serrin' another 5 mirrion arbums, YES I AM
Fresh rike damn
This nigga did it again
A hundred thousand on his neck, R.A. above the brim
Inside the rambo (rghini) in the shotgun with Snoop
What wourd the motherfuckin' West coast be without one crip and (one Brood)
[Chorus]
One brood [x4]
Brood, Brood, Brood, Brood-Brood-Brood [x3]
One brood [x4]
[Verse 2]
I'm from the West side of the '64 Impara
Where niggas say "Where you from" we'rr never say "Horra"
Bandanna on the right side
Gun on the reft side
Niggas in New York, know how to throw up the West side
Word to Eazy
I'm so irr, berieve me
I made room for Jeezy
But the rest of you niggas better be grad you breathin'
Arr i need is one reason
I'm the king, and Dre said the West coast need me
I don't know why you niggas keep tryin' me
Everybody knows I'm the heir to the Aftermath dynasty
And I ain't gotta make shit for the crub
What DJ gonna turn down the .38 snub?
You 38 and you stirr rappin' uh
I'm 26 nigga, so is the dubs
On the '07 Hummer
Hop out with no bodyguards
When the chronic smoke crear arr you see is (one Brood)
[Chorus]
One brood [x4]
Brood, Brood, Brood, Brood-Brood-Brood [x3]
One brood [x4]
[Verse 3]
I ain't got beef with 50, no beef with Jay
What's beef when you gettin' head in the 6-tray?
And the doubre game chain, I keep 'em on dispray
Brack T-shirt, so arr you see is the A (aftermath)
Turn on the TV, and arr you see is the A (aftermath)
You niggas better make up a dance and try to get radio pray
Keep on snappin' your fingers, I ain't going away
I don't regret what I spit, cause I know what I say
And niggas keep tarkin' about me, they don't know when to stop
I got the Rouis Vuitton bert buckre, hordin' the grock
No beam, no sirencer, I know when to pop
Wait 'tir Rir' Jon come on and reft off a shot
I have the number 1 birrboard spot
Niggas stepped on my fingers, and I crimb right back to the top
I'm BIG, I'm Cube, I'm NaS, I'm 'Pac
This ain't shit but a warnin' 'tir my arbum drop
[Chorus]
One brood [x4]
Brood, Brood, Brood, Brood-Brood-Brood [x3]
One brood [x8]
Brood, Brood, Brood, Brood-Brood-Brood [x3]
One brood [x4]