Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Okay, artist - Funk Flex. Date of issue: 16.04.2008
Song language: English
Okay |
| Live at the tunnel y’all |
| Big Kap and Funk Flex (look around) |
| Hit me back y’all, Def Squad y’all |
| Hold it down, look around |
| I rock house from old folks to childern |
| Squad comin through knockin down your building |
| Lyrical murderer, who you be? |
| We never heard of ya |
| Momma’s boy from West Suburbia |
| You don’t belong 'round here so what you doing |
| Keep persuin my crew and get ruined, screw 'em |
| Redman (What up?) How you feelin |
| Lets wheel 'em and deal 'em until the pain is peelin |
| I wish a few of y’all would stop stealin |
| ]From the mass appealin, dough stacked to the ceiling |
| Ohhh, imagine rap attack is coming |
| Cause my sayin something, I rot like Charles Dutton |
| E-dub be the best thing runnin |
| When my jam comes on DJ’s just start cuttin (cha-ka cha-ka) |
| Rubber duckin, Jigga Jigga strip |
| Every name brand clothin off them T.J. |
| Hookers |
| Watch how live gets, like a jungle so pack your survival kits, huh |
| Me and Redman been rollin for years |
| In the place wildlifin' doing Britney Spears |
| Chorus: Redman |
| You wanna ride… |
| Then get up get up get up get up get up get up (Okay) |
| Yo, you gettin drunk… |
| Then spit up spit up spit up spit up spit up spit up (Okay) |
| Yo, you gettin high… |
| Then smoke up smoke up smoke up smoke up smoke up smoke up (Okay) |
| Bitch, you wanna fuck… |
| Then push up push up push up push up push up push up (Okay) |
| Yo E stick a fork in 'em while I hit 'em again |
| Spit in the wind, biz with a dent on the end, I was high |
| T-U-V-W-X ask Why, you die with blood pourin out your da-da |
| You want the ri-ri-ri-ride from hardthorn, abide by your crew from a 735-i |
| Keep your town quiet like Biggie died |
| When I roll through cause crooked like Sticky eye |
| Def Squad nigga, fuck a big name |
| Bury my main shit, stain, and shit change |
| Switch game, Bam Ba Claud, Bon voyage |
| Blast your entourage like Flex blastin off |
| Jump on while I saddle the track |
| Bitch I throw dick where your adam apple is at |
| Style like cooked crack |
| Wiggle my feet, I shook Shaq with a cross over pass and look back |
| Yo, Brick City gorilla when I stomp |
| Earthquakes, hurricanes will build up until dusk |
| Throw fishin line to a chicken a reel it up |
| My crew gun clappers, half of 'em pilled up |
| Hit the club then I? |
| cornbread? |
| I bounce so hard from a drug I brought over the counter |
| Uptown, say what say what now? |
| Bustin my gun off for the millenium touchdown |
| When it does, I’m out in the Bricks gettin drunk |
| Nuttin in the bitch mouth and her tits |
| Chours |
| Yo, you wanna fuck, then push up push up |
| Alright, shot out to my boy Russell Simmons (Okay) |
| Big shot to Leo Cohens big shot to Kevin Niles (O-o-o-o-o-kay) |
| Big up my man Mike Cogesville |
| Its goin down baby one time |
| Fuck Flex, Big Kap |
| The tunnel nigga |
| Shots to my man Peter Gashin |
| Can’t fuck with us |