Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song It's Ok , by - KhrysisRelease date: 31.03.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
It's Ok |
| You know we bout to hit the scene right? |
| And you know I rep the 'Go like a green light |
| Gimme room I’m bout to do my thang |
| Just have faith, like Biggie shorty ain’t no pootie tang, but you don’t hear me |
| God damn, that boy good! |
| Well good done got better |
| Now I got jams like Cosby got sweaters |
| Like birds that got feathers, Fonzie got leathers |
| Like Musiq Soulchild I put words together |
| Ain’t no uh-uh telling what these niggas’ll do |
| When you see they falling off like Bishop in Juice |
| Mean they probly diss they momma for a couple of views |
| Think I wasn’t gonna blow up but it didn’t diffuse |
| And they mad just like the hatter, you could follow the pattern |
| Or get lost quicker than Judy from Family Matters |
| It’s the wah, wah, chika, chika, rah, rah, oh! |
| If anybody asks it’s that nigga Add-2 |
| When the day turnin' into night |
| It’s ok, we gon' be alright |
| Yea that’s just the way that story goes |
| Life fast, gotta take it slow |
| The rhyme killing no filler define |
| Nigga no mind sicker, I shine like Ma don for Dilla |
| My pen pushes the page, you tryna hang like a pinup |
| So what? |
| You push kis I drop lines like |
| That’s that sick wit, spit shit, this kid get fierce |
| Kick rhymes in white Nikes white as Ric Flair’s hair |
| Pardon, Your Honor, you want no parts of the drama |
| When I’m there, you ain’t there like Martin and his momma |
| Doesn’t matter, like glass I’ll shatter your plans |
| If I got a black Caddy I’m calling it back advance |
| May God bless my city, pray that they let them breathe |
| Mothers ain’t growing flowers but they burying seeds |
| Falling like fall leaves, friends blow in the breeze |
| Kinda like the Gibb brothers cause they wanna be Gs |
| 'Fore they turn to Colonel Taylor, gotta let em be Preach |
| And this verse is on the house like Snoopy when he sleeps |
| 24 hour turnover, the black An. |
| Jolie and I’m anti-freeze |
| Been through the pits and cold weather, I adapt like old leather |
| Got royalty in me, call me James I’m mo' Etta |
| Blew it off like Mo' Better |
| I’m mo' better been through the blues and blacks |
| I too got a clique sweater |
| Doctored the scar, squeezing me hard like mammograms |
| Embrace the ambulance, killing y’all |
| By the millions, diligence for those that spit sili-cons |
| Silly cons, I been illy since I was really, um |
| This high, knee high, I mean lie where no eye could see |
| Spy, you dies, we multiply |
| Homie told me today we gon' be alright |
| Cause no matter how dark it get we wait til a brighter light |
| Shit, so please never call it quits |
| From the 'Go to the Raleighwood, my niggas it’s all good |