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Game The It S Okay One Blood

neck, LA above the brim Inside the lambo, shotgun with snoop What would the motherfuckin' west coast be without one crip and [Chorus] One blood {*4X*} Blood {*9X*} One blood

neck, LA above the brim Inside the lambo, shotgun with snoop What would the motherfuckin' west coast be without one crip and [Chorus] One blood {*4X*} Blood {*9X*} One blood

neck, LA above the brim Inside the lambo, shotgun with snoop What would the motherfuckin' west coast be without one crip and [Chorus] One blood {*4X*} Blood {*9X*} One blood

soul, now cold blood's how you get relief Now you do what we do, say what I say Muthafucka, don't blink unless I say okay This is a organization, not a one

you It's Young Money, Cash Money, playboy That's about the size of it At the roof top, so hot up here, nigga Yeah, let's go Take yourself a picture

CLIQUE RIGHT! It was five of us, ALL of us millionaires Now one's a fuckin junkie, and one's a fuckin queer Now it's three of us, that's the way we started

I miss you, I stick up your chaperone's It's a dirty dog world, say it louder Every Friday I'm bein' chased by Craig's father That's why I'm on the low

hell to sooth your soul by planting the facts inside your brain I never once lied to the game, the acceptance of not one black dude It's just Bubba that

me It's funny how impossible dreams manifest And the games that be comin' with it Nevertheless, you got to go for the gusto But you don't know about the blood