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Fat Joe - It's O.K. lyrics
[Intro] Yeah, right about now I'm about to slow it up For that very special lady I see you right there But we about to smooth it out for you Right now Never, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey! [Chorus] It's okay, it's okay It's okay, hey, we was home anyway It's alright, it's alright High, High, we was all more night NIGGAS! Tryin to come in my I'm talkin 'bout NIGGAS! Tryin to come in my Who? Who? NIGGAS! Tryin to come in my home Take my chrome, I say yo "It's On" If my house, I-I been here(speakin spanish too) Es me casa y yo viva aqui [Verse 1] Yeah, check me out now The other day I was chillin In the crib with two women We just finished swimmin Now I'm ready to slid up in 'em They the horny type, bout to get it on With the only dykes, now I hear the alarm I'm like, "Holy Christ!" Is somebody tryin to come up in my crib? I'm like "Who the fuck is this?" like Notorious Big, he wore a black suit With a black mask that match I'm bout to blast his mask off Push his cabbage back Make spaghetti out his brain Cuz I'm steady with the aim Niggas comin sideways, gettin petty wit da game Musta heard about the half in the safe The stash in the base, iced out medals in the case Niggas comin wit da chrome Tryin to sneak up in my home, rumors out I spent a Mil' on the pump piece alone I got the heat in my palm Nobody's seein it though Step your feet on my lawn I'm puttin 3 to ya dome! [Chorus] [Verse 2] Yeah, verse 2, yo Now I got these bitches Screamin fo' they life Peein on they nice Gotta funny feelin that They teamin on the heist Scheemin on the ice Wont get you nothin but killed Front if you will, get chopped up Stuffed in the quill Back to the lab, got these niggas After my math, these hoes try to play it off But they captain is back They must have teamed up With some niggas thinkin they sweet Like I just rapped and I got a ho waitin in the street I'm playin for keeps, I see 'em Creepin on the moniters Got my temperature risin faster than thermometers I burn banana clips, make all My victories unanimous I'm accurate, once I catch a peak Hey man, yo ass is hit! Now I see 'em creepin through the front door I think not! We exchange shots Like cops into getting blocked{*gunshot*} He busts, I bust back{*gunshot*} He caught one in the chest The other two got hit up In the stomache and neck{*gunshots*} I'm under the desk, freeloading Puttin slugs in the rest Wonderin what possessed these niggas To come in my rest!{*gunshots*} {*breathing hard*} You motherfuckers want a war with me? Dont you know I fuckin kill niggas? Here I come!{*gunshots*} Oh, shit! Motherfuckers is dead already! Yo, where them bitches go? |
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