Ok
Sheek Louch Lyrics


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This song is for you, not for anyone else but you
It's your own special song, I wrote it for you
Just for you, only for you

[Sheek Louch]
I see why'all niggaz want to ride my dick, whatever
Don't put your hands up on me, Sheek'll come out the leather
Put the hammer to your hatin mouth, nail it shut
Get off my dick and get you some butt, try and nut
Cause this nut is macadamian, keep the mack and I'm Damian
This game you don't want to play me in
Niggaz need somethin to do, you ain't gon ride or clap nothin
Might as well hate from the side, not that ain't good
Bitch I'll push your motherfuckin cap back like you popped open the hood
Flesh burner like somebodykeep puttin in wood
Don't add nothin, don't count nothin unless it's yours
Let me see, he done been on atleast three tours
Bad cars, he atleast get thirty for bars
See that's the problem motherfuckers don't know
But they think that they know what you do and what you don't
Where you live, what it cost, what you gettin for a show
Who your girl, where she from, what you buyin for that ho
So at that I tell you mind your biz
Punch out, take the bus home and mind your kids
Before ya kids be pumpin my work, bitch doin the jerk
Get down and throw sperm on her shirt
Can't be him, he ain't supposed to shine like that
Back with BadBoy that nigga ain't rhyme like that
Damn he hot, you sure? That if you think I'm jiggy nigga
Key to life, Puff, used to be with Biggie nigga
Yeah, S-H-E-E-K L-O-you-see-H be -E sick in the H-E-A-D
I worry when why'all stop hatin, it's a problem, waitin
When I'm back to drinkin old beers like Walter Patin
Easy wider, mouth web like a fuckin spider
Haha, why'all niggaz sweeter than apple cider
I pull a all nighter, pumpin the fifth
Weed and a spliff, nigga it's the curse and the gift

The fuck, yo engineer do me a favor
Come in here for a minute, please
(Hey Sheek is everything ok in there?)




Nigga, who told you to stop the beat?
Get ya ass in there and turn another beat on

Overall Meaning

In “Ok,” Sheek Louch raps about the haters who want to bring him down and ride his success. He asserts his dominance and tells them to mind their own business before their kids end up pumping his work. Sheek reminds his audience that they don't really know anything about his life or how he lives it, and that while they may think they know what he's doing, they have no idea. He talks about his experience in the industry and how his skills and dedication have made him a success. The song is a powerful reminder to focus on our own paths instead of worrying about what others are doing or how they're succeeding.


Line by Line Meaning

I see why'all niggaz want to ride my dick, whatever
I understand why some people want to be like me but I don't really care


Don't put your hands up on me, Sheek'll come out the leather
Don't try to touch me or you'll see a violent side of me


Put the hammer to your hatin mouth, nail it shut
I'll shut down anyone who's talking negatively about me


Get off my dick and get you some butt, try and nut
Stop being obsessed with me, go have sex with someone else and find some pleasure


Cause this nut is macadamian, keep the mack and I'm Damian
I am unique and incomparable


This game you don't want to play me in
You don't want to compete with me in this industry/game


Niggaz need somethin to do, you ain't gon ride or clap nothin
Some people just want to hate and do nothing productive with their lives


Might as well hate from the side, not that ain't good
It's better to hate silently than to try to confront me and fail miserably


Bitch I'll push your motherfuckin cap back like you popped open the hood
I can beat you up and hurt you badly if you mess with me


Flesh burner like somebodykeep puttin in wood
I am constantly progressing and improving my craft like firewood fueling a fire


Don't add nothin, don't count nothin unless it's yours
Don't try to take credit for something you didn't do or benefit from something you didn't earn


Let me see, he done been on atleast three tours
I know people in the industry and can spot pretenders from real performers


Bad cars, he atleast get thirty for bars
Some rappers may not have fancy cars but their talent (bars) is worth recognition


See that's the problem motherfuckers don't know
People tend to make false assumptions and gossip without knowing the truth


But they think that they know what you do and what you don't
People believe in their own perceptions without fact-checking or getting to know the real you


Where you live, what it cost, what you gettin for a show
People pry into your personal life and finance situations as if they're entitled to it


Who your girl, where she from, what you buyin for that ho
People try to get in your romantic affairs and assume you're buying gifts for someone when you aren't


So at that I tell you mind your biz
I ask people to respect my privacy and not interfere in my personal affairs


Punch out, take the bus home and mind your kids
I ask people to handle their own responsibilities and not bother me


Before ya kids be pumpin my work, bitch doin the jerk
I warn people to not let their children be involved in my content since it might not be suitable for minors


Get down and throw sperm on her shirt
I make a vulgar remark about someone's sexual activity to show how distasteful it is


Can't be him, he ain't supposed to shine like that
People may doubt my success or talent, thinking that I don't deserve it or that it's unusual for me


Back with BadBoy that nigga ain't rhyme like that
I prove to people that I've improved since I joined or left the Bad Boy Records label


Damn he hot, you sure? That if you think I'm jiggy nigga
People may admire me or doubt my abilities, and I challenge them to think objectively and not stereotype me


Key to life, Puff, used to be with Biggie nigga
I reference Sean Combs (Puff Daddy/P.Diddy) and his former working relationship with The Notorious B.I.G. to show that key connections and experiences lead to success


Yeah, S-H-E-E-K L-O-you-see-H bedashE sick in the H-E-A-D
I spell out my name and mention my mental state at the end for emphasis


I worry when why'all stop hatin, it's a problem, waitin
I joke about how people always seem to find a reason to hate on others and how it might be a problem if they don't


When I'm back to drinkin old beers like Walter Patin
I reminisce about drinking old beers and reference a famous football player from Louisiana to show my loyalty to my roots


Easy wider, mouth web like a fuckin spider
I talk about how I smoke cigarettes and how it affects my mouth's appearance


Haha, why'all niggaz sweeter than apple cider
I make fun of how some people pretend to be tough or gangsta but are really soft inside


I pull a all nighter, pumpin the fifth
I work hard and stay up all night drinking alcohol to fuel my creativity or productivity


Weed and a spliff, nigga it's the curse and the gift
I refer to smoking marijuana and a type of joint casually and explain how it has its upsides and downsides


The fuck, yo engineer do me a favor
I curse and speak rudely to the sound engineer in the studio


(Hey Sheek is everything ok in there?)
The sound engineer speaks up and worries about my behavior


Nigga, who told you to stop the beat?
I reprimand the sound engineer for stopping the music without my consent


Get ya ass in there and turn another beat on
I demand the sound engineer to do his job and provide another beat for me to rap over




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: ARSALAN KAMKAR, CYNTHIA WATKINS, SEAN D JACOBS

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