Juelz Santana's 'Okay Okay' beat. My personal early song favorite
Just a white guy with an appreciation and affinity for Hip Hop
I'm Justin a.k.a. J Rob b.k.a. Jew Money. I'm just a white guy that loves rap and making songs... I've won some freestyle battles, some online rap battles, and made a bunch of songs. It mostly started by making diss songs on my friends.
Story behind the song
I was listening to all the music on my computer and remembered this song. The beat hit me at 3:30 and by 5:30 I had written and recorded it. I had class at 10, 11, and 12... I slept through all three because of this song. It was worth every bit of it.
Lyrics
Don't make me blast again with the mack again
Cause when I clap ya man, it'll be sounding like Pakistan
You whack my man, In fact your man
Wanna smack me man, I'm so damn tacky man
Fly as something in rush hour, trump towers
Do my own stunting like Jackie Chan
Whether it's lacs or lams I'm stacking grands
Whippersnappers just trapping grams
The facts is man
I'm so fucking dope,
I'm like what it would be like if Crack was man
You just yapping, damn, riff raffing, damn
We don't deal with them hoes, Pack ceilings at shows
Skills, Thrills spill in my flows, If you feeling my prose
Then you know that I'm killing all those, grilling my foes
They tried stealing my flows, but I'm the one she willingly chose
I'm with a chick named Nicky in Paris
Like them Hilton twin hoes
Foil this trick of yours, The one these tricks adore
Once this shit in stores, They'll need to be getting more
The clothes I wear, I don't get in stores, get shipped to my door
You ain't getting whores
How many girls you got this week? I'm like nintendo
I've been N 64
Okay Okay Okay
Okay Okay Okay
Okay Okay Okay
Y'all can't fuck with me no way
Okay Okay Okay
Okay Okay Okay
Okay Okay Okay
Y'all can't fuck with me Okay?
It cost to floss, it pays to play with yourself
A boss, so much lacoste, girls touch me and say to they self
You're so fly, This must be how aviators felt
Not a lover man, you only safe from yourself
No rubber bands, brother man, my stacks got radiator belts
Original, your superficial, just copies like us
Stop the cryin, Stop the lying, Calmly pop the iron
Natural talent, I Hardly gotta got to try it
Do you, not us, so if you wanna copy try us
Attempt to be fly but crash like Kamikaze pilots
I'm just sexin her, The way you mess with her,
Has you looking like that brown rabbit when you nestlin her
Your like a pet to her, I'm a vet to her,
My style, might be the reason I'm impressin her
Cause everything I wear tight something like a wrestler
C'mon jerk, Call my bluff if your phone works
Your gal wants it in the worst way, moan jerk
B Mac, pistols'll squirt they zone smirk
It's like New Orleans, how she gives me hurricane domework
Probably cause I get checks like first grade homework
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