Fat Joe - Okay Okay lyrics
Fat Joe [Joseph Antonio Cartagena] The Bronx, New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Fat Joe - Okay Okay lyrics]
Lower the music, keep the mic up
Turn the mic up yeah uhh, Coca
Okay, okay, okay e Philly I see you nigga
Yeah, yeah
This is on my boy Georges
Tricky's is sellin boulevard
(Tricky boo) My niggas with buck
Fifties and bullet scars
Gangster bitches that ain't afraid
To kill a broad
You witness the realest nigga
To spit this hard yeah'! Look at my clothes
Look at these diamonds, look how I pose
Man, take a look at my hoes
Brazilians, Sicilians, got millions of those
(AOWW) yeah, who's harder than Crack?
Have the awe to play martyr
Then I father you back
Bein burst you didn't earth you make
You part of the mack
Then I ask the whole block who
Got a problem with that
You feel me? No joke, no gimmicks (gimmicks)
You fuckin with niggas that live the lyrics
Cold blooded
When it's drama ain't tryin to hear it
(nope)
That body fresh, you can still see the spirit
'Til my last breath, I'mma rap 'til the death
Whether with wax or sellin cracks on my steps
Great with the knives
Much better with the Tecs
Believe me, it's easy, I'll leave you a mess
I'm like yeahh, okay, okay, okay
Okay okay, okay
I'm like yeahh, okay, okay, okay
Okay okay, okay
Yo, 300 brolic yeah I'm sendin them niggas
Youse a hot pink skinny jean feminine nigga
I balls 'til I falls then I get back up
And my arms like a gift the
Way the shit racked up
My ambition to get it -
The Bronx still burnin
And them trees stay greener than
Them eyes on Erick Sermon
I'm swervin, observin
Fake niggas I'm learnin
Him and they gangsters
Leave your brains on the curb and
I'm servin, any nigga that want it
I'm not a role model how
Could I be? I'm blunted
Joe so cool wearin stunners in the night
Suede in the rain, walkin mud in my whites
Dominican bitch
You can find me in the Heights
Maserrati Ducati about a hundred bikes
Real shit, that's the story of my life
Look at me wrong? I thought
Gettin money was right
Okay, hahaha we live the lyrics man
We really run these streets man
Pop your shit off you get too close nigga
Yeah, ain't nobody seein the Squad
The hardest niggas
Realest niggas in this whole shit man
I don't wanna hear about you niggas did time
Them niggas who's hard - you faggots'!
I'm talkin to every rapper
Nobody lived my life nigga
It's Coca, Joe Crack the Don
Want the crown? Come get it nigga
BX WHATTUP!
Turn the mic up yeah uhh, Coca
Okay, okay, okay e Philly I see you nigga
Yeah, yeah
This is on my boy Georges
Tricky's is sellin boulevard
(Tricky boo) My niggas with buck
Fifties and bullet scars
Gangster bitches that ain't afraid
To kill a broad
You witness the realest nigga
To spit this hard yeah'! Look at my clothes
Look at these diamonds, look how I pose
Man, take a look at my hoes
Brazilians, Sicilians, got millions of those
(AOWW) yeah, who's harder than Crack?
Have the awe to play martyr
Then I father you back
Bein burst you didn't earth you make
You part of the mack
Then I ask the whole block who
Got a problem with that
You feel me? No joke, no gimmicks (gimmicks)
You fuckin with niggas that live the lyrics
Cold blooded
When it's drama ain't tryin to hear it
(nope)
That body fresh, you can still see the spirit
'Til my last breath, I'mma rap 'til the death
Whether with wax or sellin cracks on my steps
Great with the knives
Much better with the Tecs
Believe me, it's easy, I'll leave you a mess
I'm like yeahh, okay, okay, okay
Okay okay, okay
I'm like yeahh, okay, okay, okay
Okay okay, okay
Yo, 300 brolic yeah I'm sendin them niggas
Youse a hot pink skinny jean feminine nigga
I balls 'til I falls then I get back up
And my arms like a gift the
Way the shit racked up
My ambition to get it -
The Bronx still burnin
And them trees stay greener than
Them eyes on Erick Sermon
I'm swervin, observin
Fake niggas I'm learnin
Him and they gangsters
Leave your brains on the curb and
I'm servin, any nigga that want it
I'm not a role model how
Could I be? I'm blunted
Joe so cool wearin stunners in the night
Suede in the rain, walkin mud in my whites
Dominican bitch
You can find me in the Heights
Maserrati Ducati about a hundred bikes
Real shit, that's the story of my life
Look at me wrong? I thought
Gettin money was right
Okay, hahaha we live the lyrics man
We really run these streets man
Pop your shit off you get too close nigga
Yeah, ain't nobody seein the Squad
The hardest niggas
Realest niggas in this whole shit man
I don't wanna hear about you niggas did time
Them niggas who's hard - you faggots'!
I'm talkin to every rapper
Nobody lived my life nigga
It's Coca, Joe Crack the Don
Want the crown? Come get it nigga
BX WHATTUP!