Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song It's O.K. , by - Fat Joe. Release date: 26.11.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
It's O.K. |
| 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! |
| 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 |
| Won’t 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! |
| Oh, shit! |
| Motherfuckers is dead already! |
| Yo, where them bitches go? |