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Текст песни Fat Joe - It`s O.K

Fat Joe - It`s O.K слова песни

[Intro]Yeah, right about nowI`m about to slow it upFor that very special ladyI see you right thereBut we about to smooth it out for youRight nowNever, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey![Chorus]It`s okay, it`s okayIt`s okay, hey, we was home anywayIt`s alright, it`s alrightHigh, High, we was all more nightNIGGAS! Tryin to come in myI`m talkin `boutNIGGAS! Tryin to come in myWho? Who?NIGGAS! Tryin to come in my homeTake 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[Verse 1]Yeah, check me out nowThe other day I was chillinIn the crib with two womenWe just finished swimminNow I`m ready to slid up in `emThey the horny type, bout to get it onWith the only dykes, now I hear the alarmI`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 suitWith a black mask that matchI`m bout to blast his mask offPush his cabbage backMake spaghetti out his brainCuz I`m steady with the aimNiggas comin sideways, gettin petty wit da gameMusta heard about the half in the safeThe stash in the base, iced outmedals in the caseNiggas comin wit da chromeTryin to sneak up in my home, rumors outI spent a Mil` on the pump piece aloneI got the heat in my palmNobody`s seein it thoughStep your feet on my lawnI`m puttin 3 to ya dome![Chorus][Verse 2]Yeah, verse 2, yoNow I got these bitchesScreamin fo` they lifePeein on they niceGotta funny feelin thatThey teamin on the heistScheemin on the iceWont get you nothin but killedFront if you will, get chopped upStuffed in the quillBack to the lab, got these niggasAfter my math, these hoes try to play it offBut they captain is backThey must have teamed upWith some niggas thinkin they sweetLike I just rapped andI got a ho waitin in the streetI`m playin for keeps, I see `emCreepin on the monitersGot my temperature risin faster than thermometersI burn banana clips, make allMy victories unanimousI`m accurate, once I catch a peakHey man, yo ass is hit!Now I see `em creepin through the front doorI think not! We exchange shotsLike cops into getting blocked{*gunshot*}He busts, I bust back{*gunshot*}He caught one in the chestThe other two got hit upIn the stomache and neck{*gunshots*}I`m under the desk, freeloadingPuttin slugs in the restWonderin what possessed these niggasTo come in my rest!{*gunshots*}{*breathing hard*}You motherfuckers want a war with me?Dont you know I fuckin kill niggas?Here I come!{*gunshots*}Oh, shit! Motherfuckers is dead already!Yo, where them bitches go?

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