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Fat Joe( Joseph Antonio Cartagena )
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It's O.k.
Lyricist:Joseph Cartagena, Louis Freese, Lowell Fulsom, Sean Matthews, Jimmy Mccracklin, Lawrence Muggerud, Senen Reyes
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 O.K., it's O.K. It's O.K., 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 Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I'm puttin' 3 to ya dome
It's O.K., it's O.K. It's O.K., hey, we was home anyway It's alright, it's alright High, high, we was all more night
Now I got these bitches Screamin' for their 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 Oh, shit, motherfuckers is dead already Yo, where them bitches go?
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