It's Okay Lyrics

Dre, I see dead people

Yo Dre

Thought I was dead

West coast

[Verse 1]

I'm the Doctor's Advocate

nigga Dre shot ya

Brought me back from the dead

that's why they call him the doctor

The math gon' drop em

If 50 ain't rockin' with him no more

it's ok I get it poppin'

Whole club rockin'

Like a '64 impala

Drink chris, throw it up

Call the shit hydrolic

Then piss in the cup

Call the shit hypnotic

I bleed Compton

Spit crack and shit chronic

And you new niggaz ain't shit

But new niggaz

bape n ape shoe niggaz

I'm talkin to you nigga

Bouncin' in da '64 throwin up

West Side man

Sellin' another 5 million albums

Yes I am

Fresh like damn

This nigga did it again

A hundred thousand on his neck

L.A. above the brim

Inside the lambo shotgun with Snoop

What would the muthaf**kin West Coast be without

one Blood and {one 'causez}

[Chorus]

One 'causez (17x)

[Verse 2]

I'm from the West side of the '64 Impala

Where niggaz say "Where you from"

we'll never say holla

Bandanna 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
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believe me

I made room for Jeezy

But the rest of you niggaz better be glad you breathin

All I need is one reason

I'm the king

and Dre said the West coast need me

I don't know why you niggaz keep tryin' me

Everybody knows I'm the heir to the Aftermath dynasty

And I ain't gotta make shit for the club

What DJ gonna turn down the 38 snub

You 38 and you still rappin ughh

I'm 26 nigga

so is the dubs

On the '07 Hummer

Hop out with no bodyguards

When the chronic smoke clear all you see is {one 'causez}

[Chorus]

One 'causez (17x)

[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 double game chain

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

Niggaz better make up a dance and try to get radio play

Keep on snappin' your fingers

I ain't going away

I don't regret what I spit

'cause I know what I say

And niggaz keep talkin about me

they don't know when to stop

I got the Louis Vuitton belt buckle holdin the glock

No beam

no silencer

I know when to pop

Wait til Lloyd Banks come on and left off a shot

I had the number one billboard spot

Niggaz stepped on my fingers

and I climb right back to the top

I'm BIG, I'm Cube, I'm Nas, I'm Pac

This aint shit but a warnin til my album drop

[Chorus]

One 'causez (17x)