Okay
St. Lunatics 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

In "Okay" by St. Lunatics, the group celebrates their success and current lifestyle. They boast about their cars, money, and women, and emphasize how they have come a long way from their past of selling drugs. The lyrics show a sense of pride that comes with success, as well as a desire to show off their achievements to others. They also reference their rough upbringing and struggles, and how they and their city, St. Louis, have overcome them.


The lyrics offer a glimpse into the world of the St. Lunatics, where extravagance and status are important. The group is adamant about the fact that they will continue to hustle and work hard for their success, indicating that they do not take their newfound wealth for granted. The song also highlights the group's closeness and loyalty to each other, as they support and uplift each other through their journey to the top.


Overall, "Okay" is a song about celebrating success through hard work and perseverance. It also touches on the importance of loyalty and friendship, even as one's circumstances change.


Line by Line Meaning

St. Lunatics and we here now, we never give up
We are St. Lunatics, we have arrived and we never give up.


Swallowin Cris' 'til we spit up, put your shit up cause now
We're drinking Cristal so much that we're almost getting sick, so put your possessions away.


We navigatin, wood grain, hood slang, collaboratin
We're making our way through life, embracing our roots, and working together with others.


God over satan, no debatin, so I'm celebratin
We choose to follow God over Satan, and there's no argument about it, so we're celebrating our choice.


This new life, off the block buyin stock
We've started a new life, moving away from the block and investing in stocks.


Divin off the dock in Bangkok, I used to slang rock
We're diving off docks in Bangkok, but we acknowledge that we used to sell drugs.


And it was so hard, but now the wallet sport a gold card
Life used to be difficult, but now we can afford a gold card.


Bitches goin nuts when the rims hit the boulevard
Women are going crazy over our rims when we drive on the boulevard.


Hustle hard, the whole inside glowin
We work hard and the inside of our cars are glowing with fancy electronics.


From the T.V.s, diamonds went from hard to see to 3-d
The diamonds we have are so large that they went from being difficult to see to appearing in 3D.


Double VD, bubble Lex with the CD
We're driving a car with two DVD players and a bubble-shaped Lexus with a CD player.


Puffin seaweed, I'm free, hit the slope and ski
We smoke weed and feel free, and we enjoy skiing down the slopes.


DC to France, finance is too advanced
We're traveling from DC to France, and our finances are very advanced.


Wit' plans to cause a trance, money stands yellin "romance!"
We have plans to make people trance-like with our money, and it's causing people to yell out "romance!"


I never stop comin, gunnin, runnin and sunnin
I never stop working hard and enjoying life.


With Cuda spinnin them hun'neds on hun'neds spinnin and blunted
We're riding in a Cuda car and spinning hundreds of dollars while being high.


I'm like okay, niggas brought they cars out
We're acknowledging that people have brought out their fancy cars.


Thick broads out, all the stars out
At this event, there are many attractive women and famous people.


We ain't been here two minutes, mami already yellin
We just arrived, and women are already interested in us.


"What a nigga gon' do with it, can we hop in the Infinite?"
Women are asking us what we're going to do with our success, and if they can ride in our luxury car.


Five deep in a Yuko', we struggle by toes, we still ghetto
We are crammed into a Yuko car with five people, struggling to be comfortable, but we still come from a poor background.


Float St. Louis, fake insurance, with no petro
We drive around St. Louis, but our car insurance is fake and we don't have much gas.


Nuts are heavy, Teddy Peddy tell 'em to let go
Our pockets are full of money, and Teddy Peddy tells people to let go of their envy or greed.


'Tics are ready, Kevin Law tell 'em I said so
We are prepared for anything, and Kevin Law confirms it to others on our behalf.


I let go, sixteen out of sixty-four
I released a song, and only sixteen bars out of sixty-four are left.


And the forty-eight bars left'll have you keekin for mo'
The forty-eight bars that are coming up will leave you wanting more.


Women be like "who do y'all think y'all are?"
Women are curious and ask us who we think we are.


I'm Mr. pull up in big trucks, I'm far from a star
I'm not a famous star, but I still drive fancy trucks and cars.


'Cause I'm the sun, the reason why the day gon' come
I am important and powerful, like the sun which determines the coming of each day.


One out of five reasons why they hatin on us
We believe that one out of every five reasons people hate on us is because of our success.


Tracks is like a gas tank, I fill 'em on up
Songs are like gas tanks, and I fill them up with my lyrics.


And my shows is robbery style, they givin it up
My concert performances are so great that people are giving up their possessions voluntarily.


I'm like a Michael Jackson concert, a milli' and up
My shows are as iconic as a Michael Jackson concert and cost over a million dollars.


And these haters are like a comedy, be buggin me up
The people who hate on me are like a joke, but they still manage to bother me.


They women treat me like cows, they be pullin my stuff
Women treat me as if I'm a valuable animal, and they are always trying to get my attention and belongings.


And to get that up outta me more, they be suckin me off
Women use sexual acts to try and obtain more from me.


Now you know Mo, I stay equipped with a zip
My name is Mo, and I always have a zip-lock bag filled with drugs with me.


And the soles of my Air Force One's on e'ry trip
I wear Air Force One sneakers on every trip I take.


And on e'ry whip I choose those D's to roll
I put spinning D-shaped rims on every car I have.


(What them niggas 'round the corner gon' start shit for?)
I wonder if those people around the corner are going to start causing trouble.


When they know, oh, he keep a stash in the Nav'
Those people know that I keep a stash of drugs in my Navigator car.


Pop a half and take out your Ave. on my behalf
I'll take half of a drug pill and it will be enough to knock out your entire street on my behalf.


My whole staff love to laugh and count the money
My team enjoys laughing and counting our money.


On the couch, hands in our pants like Al Bundy
We sit on the couch with our hands in our pants, just 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
Every other day, I'm involved in situations that involve guns.


It's ok, since all the dogs out
It's alright since all the people we consider our associates are here.


All my broads out, doin they bought the bar out
All the women we know are here, and they're using their money to buy out the bar.


And we rollin, Henny holdin and blunt rollin
We're cruising around with Hennessy and joints.


Money foldin, been in more rings than Hulk Hogan
We're raking in cash and have more championship rings than wrestler Hulk Hogan.


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


You boys signed to Fo' Reel, you doin your thug thizzle
You guys have signed with Fo' Reel Records, and you're now doing your own thing like real thugs.




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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