It's O.K.

Lyrics

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!
 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
 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!
 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
 
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 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
 He busts, I bust back
 He caught one in the chest
 The other two got hit up
 In the stomache and neck
 I'm under the desk, freeloading
 Puttin slugs in the rest
 Wonderin what possessed these niggas
 To come in my rest!
 You motherfuckers want a war with me?
 Dont you know I fuckin kill niggas?
 Here I come!
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 Oh, shit! Motherfuckers is dead already!
 Yo, where them bitches go?
 

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Duration
03:20
Key
8
Tempo
91 BPM

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