Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Okay, artist - Dilated Peoples.
Date of issue: 26.09.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Okay |
(Dj Babu scratches «say what» while Rakka Irisciense |
And Evidence say this intro): |
Ah… uh |
(Yeah), It’s goin' down, yeah, yeah |
Dilated, «Neighborhood Watch», what up |
Everybody, BABU! |
it’s Babu, yeah, yeah, yeah |
OKAYPLAYER, of course |
Log on if you got the raw bites and ram |
I’m louder than a bomb, here to fight the man |
Like Public Enemy, here to shed light that tans |
Darkness (darkness everyone), darkness hides the scams |
While you’re in the crowd tryin' ta fight with fans |
Fuck around and get beat up wit’cha your mic stand |
Expansion team’s like the last samurai clan (*sword slicing*) |
Slashing by air, by sea, and by land (OH) |
Sentinels attack and I fight the program |
Like David and Goliath, they gave us no chance (nope) |
Calculate data, spit romance |
And rock mics, Babu’s nice with both hands |
Battled (?) worldwide and coast-to-coast fam (yep) |
Rakaa broadcastin' live from Los Angelos |
In my own way I’m a bit of an evangelist |
Slash California Cannabis Cup champion |
Okayplayer bang bang with aim |
And put it on the line for real to get fame |
In real time you feel the shit change |
Your butterknife, I open you up like switchblades |
We’re still here but others a switch games |
We still ride while others a switch lanes |
We’re swingin' into smacks grown men like Rick James |
To kids hidin' behind internet nicknames (woo) |
(Defari singing with Rakka ad-libing) |
You tight, we tight, it’s okay |
You nice, we nice, it’s okay (Rakaa:player) |
You play, we play it’s okay |
All day, everyday, it’s okay X2 |
Yo international cat, just got my passport back |
Flyin' DC Tens born December tenth |
To those who passed, still remember them (rest in peace) |
To those who talked trash, still remember them (eat a dick) |
Got lady friends, each one gets my time |
It’s always «me and her' instead of «her and I» |
So selfish I gotta change my act |
I say «tomorrow» then push the appointment back (oops) |
Some say the workin' man’s a sucker |
Don’t know if I agree but ain’t tryin' to be a trucker |
Be yourself I suggest |
These kids droppin' out of college think they’re Kanye West (*laughing*) |
This year I’m the hitman but not for hire (nope) |
Bush is the prez but I voted for Dave Meyers (yeah) |
My crew’s established, hate or love us it’s only a |
Grammy I give a fuck about, or my parent’s mothers |
Everyday used to steal paint from errand brothers |
Tag my way home I live with they film colors (spraying sounds) |
Hodgers and Pac-Men, all police captains |
Stay the fuck outta Dodge, avoid harassment |
I’m talkin' to you, that’s who I’m lookin' towards |
Everytime I hit’cha, put my cap forward |
Keep my caps unlocked when I check the board |
Okayplayer with Dilated, rest assured |
(DJ Babu scratches «Say What?») |