Okay
Ali/Kyjuan/Murphy Lee Lyrics


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St. Lunatics and we here now, we never give up
Swallowin Cris' 'til we spit up, put your shit up cause now
We navigatin, wood grain, hood slang, collaboratin
God over satan, no debatin, so I'm celebratin
This new life, off the block buyin stock
Divin off the dock in Bangkok, I used to slang rock
And it was so hard, but now the wallet sport a gold card
Bitches goin nuts when the rims hit the boulevard
Hustle hard, the whole inside glowin
From the T.V.s, diamonds went from hard to see to 3-d
Double VD, bubble Lex with the CD
Puffin seaweed, I'm free, hit the slope and ski
DC to France, finance is too advanced
Wit' plans to cause a trance, money stands yellin "romance!"
I never stop comin, gunnin, runnin and sunnin
With Cuda spinnin them hun'neds on hun'neds spinnin and blunted

I'm like okay, niggas brought they cars out
Thick broads out, all the stars out
We ain't been here two minutes, mami already yellin
"What a nigga gon' do with it, can we hop in the Infinite?"

I'm like okay, niggas brought they cars out
Thick broads out, all the stars out
We ain't been here two minutes, mami already yellin
"What a nigga gon' do with it, can we hop in the Infinite?"

Five deep in a Yuko', we struggle by toes, we still ghetto
Float St. Louis, fake insurance, with no petro
Nuts are heavy, Teddy Peddy tell 'em to let go
'Tics are ready, Kevin Law tell 'em I said so
I let go, sixteen out of sixty-four
And the forty-eight bars left'll have you keekin for mo'
Women be like "who do y'all think y'all are?"
I'm Mr. pull up in big trucks, I'm far from a star
Cause I'm the sun, the reason why the day gon' come
One out of five reasons why they hatin on us
Tracks is like a gas tank, I fill 'em on up
And my shows is robbery style, they givin it up
I'm like a Michael Jackson concert, a milli' and up
And these haters are like a comedy, be buggin me up
They women treat me like cows, they be pullin my stuff
And to get that up outta me more, they be suckin me off

I'm like okay, niggas brought they cars out
Thick broads out, all the stars out
We ain't been here two minutes, mami already yellin
"What a nigga gon' do with it, can we hop in the Infinite?"

I'm like okay, niggas brought they cars out
Thick broads out, all the stars out
We ain't been here two minutes, mami already yellin
"What a nigga gon' do with it, can we hop in the Infinite?"

Now you know Mo, I stay equipped with a zip
And the soles of my Air Force One's on e'ry trip
And on e'ry whip I choose those D's to roll
(What them niggas 'round the corner gon' start shit for?)
When they know, oh, he keep a stash in the Nav'
Pop a half and take out your Ave. on my behalf
My whole staff love to laugh and count the money
On the couch, hands in our pants like Al Bundy
I love smoke ganjä, Monday to Monday
And e'ry other day a nigga fuckin with gun play
It's ok, since all the dogs out
All my broads out, doin they bought the bar out
And we rollin, Henny holdin and blunt rollin
Money foldin, been in more rings than Hulk Hogan
It's official, Nelly Hummer clean as a whistle
You boys signed to Fo' Reel, you doin your thug thizzle

I'm like okay, niggas brought they cars out
Thick broads out, all the stars out
We ain't been here two minutes, mami already yellin
"What a nigga gon' do with it, can we hop in the Infinite?"

I'm like okay, niggas brought they cars out
Thick broads out, all the stars out
We ain't been here two minutes, mami already yellin
"What a nigga gon' do with it, can we hop in the Infinite?"





I'm like okaaaay

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Okay" by St. Lunatics featuring Ali, Kyjuan, and Murphy Lee describe the group's success and newfound wealth. The lyrics reflect on their rise from humble beginnings as drug dealers to living lavish lifestyles. They are proud of their success and celebrate their achievements over a catchy beat.


Throughout the song, the group raps about their newfound status and the luxuries they can now afford, such as fancy cars, expensive jewelry, and travel. They boast about the women who are attracted to them and their popularity among fans. They acknowledge that their success is hard-earned and that they work hard to maintain it.


Overall, the song is an expression of pride in their accomplishments and a celebration of their success. The St. Lunatics went from a local rap group in St. Louis to become one of the most successful groups in hip hop music.


Line by Line Meaning

St. Lunatics and we here now, we never give up
We're St. Lunatics and we're still here because we never give up.


Swallowin Cris' 'til we spit up, put your shit up cause now
We're drinking Cristal until we can't handle it anymore, so put away whatever you have because we're about to have a good time.


We navigatin, wood grain, hood slang, collaboratin
We're driving around with our cars' wood-grain interiors and using slang from our neighborhood while working together.


God over satan, no debatin, so I'm celebratin
We choose God over Satan and there's no argument about it, so let's celebrate.


This new life, off the block buyin stock
We're living a new life, buying stocks and moving away from the streets.


Divin off the dock in Bangkok, I used to slang rock
I'm diving off a dock in Bangkok and looking back on my past life of selling drugs.


And it was so hard, but now the wallet sport a gold card
It was difficult back then, but now we have a lot of money and can afford luxury items.


Bitches goin nuts when the rims hit the boulevard
Women love us when we drive by showing off our fancy rims.


Hustle hard, the whole inside glowin
We work hard and now the inside of our cars is shining.


From the T.V.s, diamonds went from hard to see to 3-d
Our TVs show us diamond jewelry that's so shiny it looks 3D.


Double VD, bubble Lex with the CD
We have double VD (Venetian blinds and DVD player) in our Lexus with the CD playing.


Puffin seaweed, I'm free, hit the slope and ski
We're smoking marijuana, feeling free, and going skiing.


DC to France, finance is too advanced
We're traveling from DC to France because our financial status has improved.


Wit' plans to cause a trance, money stands yellin "romance!"
Our plan is to make people in a trance, and people are shouting about the money we have and our romantic lives.


I never stop comin, gunnin, runnin and sunnin
I never stop working hard, pushing forward, running and enjoying the sun.


With Cuda spinnin them hun’neds on hun’neds spinnin and blunted
We're driving the Cuda with plenty of money and marijuana.


I’m like okay, niggas brought they cars out
I'm fine with it, the guys brought their cars.


Thick broads out, all the stars out
There are voluptuous women and famous people everywhere.


We ain’t been here two minutes, mami already yellin
We haven't been here for two minutes and the ladies are already shouting at us.


"What a nigga gon' do with it, can we hop in the Infinite?"
"What are you going to do with all this? Can we ride in your Infinity car?"


Five deep in a Yuko', we struggle by toes, we still ghetto
Five of us are packed in a Yukon, we're still struggling, but we're still from the ghetto.


Float St. Louis, fake insurance, with no petro
We're driving around St. Louis without real insurance or gas.


Nuts are heavy, Teddy Peddy tell 'em to let go
We have heavy weapons and Teddy Peddy is telling people to leave us alone.


‘Tics are ready, Kevin Law tell 'em I said so
The St. Lunatics are ready, Kevin Law is letting people know.


I let go, sixteen out of sixty-four
I let go of 16 bars out of 64.


And the forty-eight bars left'll have you keekin for mo'
The remaining 48 bars will leave you begging for more.


Women be like "who do y'all think y'all are?"
Women are questioning our egos.


I'm Mr. pull up in big trucks, I'm far from a star
I'm just a regular guy who happens to drive big trucks.


Cause I'm the sun, the reason why the day gon' come
I'm like the sun, I'm the reason why good things will happen in the future.


One out of five reasons why they hatin on us
I'm one of the five reasons why people hate us.


Tracks is like a gas tank, I fill 'em on up
My tracks are like a gas tank, I keep filling them up.


And my shows is robbery style, they givin it up
My concerts are so good, it's like I'm robbing people of their money because they're happy to pay for it.


I’m like a Michael Jackson concert, a milli' and up
My concerts are like Michael Jackson's concerts, and I'm making over a million dollars.


And these haters are like a comedy, be buggin me up
These haters are like a joke, they're annoying me.


They women treat me like cows, they be pullin my stuff
Women are treating me like cattle, they're pulling on my clothes.


And to get that up outta me more, they be suckin me off
To get more from me, they're giving me oral sex.


Now you know Mo, I stay equipped with a zip
Now you know me, I always have a bag of marijuana with me.


And the soles of my Air Force One's on e'ry trip
I always wear my Air Force One shoes wherever I go.


And on e'ry whip I choose those D's to roll
On any car I'm driving, I have D-shaped rims.


(What them niggas 'round the corner gon' start shit for?)
(What are those guys around the corner going to try to start trouble for?)


When they know, oh, he keep a stash in the Nav'
They know that I keep my marijuana stash in my Navigator.


Pop a half and take out your Ave. on my behalf
I'll take some drugs and take out your street on my behalf.


My whole staff love to laugh and count the money
My whole crew likes to have fun and count our money.


On the couch, hands in our pants like Al Bundy
We're sitting on the couch with our hands in our pants like Al Bundy from the TV show 'Married with Children.'


I love smoke ganjä, Monday to Monday
I love smoking marijuana every day of the week.


And e'ry other day a nigga fuckin with gun play
On alternate days, I'm dealing with guns and violence.


It's ok, since all the dogs out
It's okay because all of my crew is here.


All my broads out, doin they bought the bar out
All of my ladies are here and they're buying everything at the bar.


And we rollin, Henny holdin and blunt rollin
We're driving and drinking Hennessy while rolling a blunt.


Money foldin, been in more rings than Hulk Hogan
We're making money and have more jewelry than Hulk Hogan.


It's official, Nelly Hummer clean as a whistle
It's official, Nelly's Hummer is sparkling clean.


You boys signed to Fo' Reel, you doin your thug thizzle
You guys signed with Fo' Reel and are living your thug life.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: JASON EPPERSON, ALI K. JONES, TOHRI MURPHY LEE HARPER, ROBERT KY JUAN CLEVELAND

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