Its Ok — текст песни (Shyne)





[shyne]

Geah, uhh, uhh, uhh

Uh-huh, like that

Geah, uhh



Ten bricks nigga in the air, hold tec

Its that motherfuckin nigga named shyne

Nothin but cum for these bitches, love none for these bitches

Its that motherfuckin nigga named shyne



Whats my motherfuckin name? put a bullet in your brain

Leave your shirt stained, guns and cocaine

Its the best of a v&e

Im like homes in charlies angels, yall never seein me

Heavenly indeed, measure me a key

My moms was a virgin when she had me

I rock flows, top os, better yet, sell it wet

Tape kis to bitches, I need the riches

Scene switches, big bitches, to hide snitches

Smile for the feds as they take pictures

Its the young g speakin; leavin niggaz leakin

Shots repeatin; around the clip somethin bound to hit

Yall motherfuckers was counterfeit

Eat a dick and choke, as I sniff coke

Shyne pro, watch how you pronounce the shit

Gz up, hoes down while you motherfuckers bounce to this



[chorus: shyne]

Before your dog youre dyin and bustin your iron

Take the stand youre lyin, its ok

If you cook it, cut it, watch - flooded

Hit niggaz in public and bitches love it, its ok

If you high right now as they play this in the club

Lookin for somethin to fuck, its ok

If you startin with her, its ok

If you snotty with him, its ok



[shyne]

With so much blocks in the n-y-c

To burn em all down is kinda hard for me

But uhh, somehow, someway

I keep takin over motherfuckers gates like every single day

Its, the, rap, singer

Slash, coke, crack, slinger

Sling crack sling smack sling dick to dingbats

That try to pussy bootchie coochie, Im in that

Kingpin raps, I spit em, fed narcs, I dip em

Bentley and large rims spinnin, the shit is sickenin

My rhymes, my flow, I got all the symptoms

Rinks and links and trips to harry winston

Born sinner; think that model bitch Im with is slim?

You chances of seein me are slimmer

I was through with it, before yall knew what to do with it

Put my finger in the ground and turn the world around



[chorus]



[shyne]

From hip-hop to them hot blocks

It aint never gon stop; well maybe for three days

But then Ill return, more blacks to burn for more yea

Get them (? ? ) sittin up on broadway (geah)

Livin the life, ridin on twinkies

Thirty inch rims spinnin, bitches is grinnin

Roscoe on my left, wonderin where the pussy at

So I can scheme the dope, get the pussy and float

Big things, live from the empire state

Where niggaz, live in fear of a 8-48

Dont owe my favors, jewelers deliberate

Shops have me spinnin like you was doin a figure eight

Gun in your mouth bitch, got a bitter taste

Push up hard on the arms - uhh, bitter face

Guerilla pimpin indeed

Shit Im like a perm;

Somethin every girl in the ghetto need



[chorus] - 2x



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