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Fat Joe
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It's O.k.
作詞：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
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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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