Add-2 - It's OK lyrics

[Verse 1: Add-2] You know we bout to hit the scene right? And you know I rep the 'Go like a green light Gimme room I'm bout to do my thang Just have faith, like Biggie shorty ain't no pootie tang, but you don't hear me God damn, that boy good! Well good done got better Now I got jams like Cosby got sweaters Like birds that got feathers, Fonzie got leathers Like Musiq Soulchild I put words together Ain't no uh-uh telling what these n***as'll do When you see they falling off like Bishop in Juice Mean they probly diss they momma for a couple of views Think I wasn't gonna blow up but it didn't diffuse And they mad just like the hatter, you could follow the pattern Or get lost quicker than Judy from Family Matters It's the wah, wah, chika, chika, rah, rah, oh! If anybody asks it's that n***a Add-2 [Hook: Add-2] When the day turnin' into night It's ok, we gon' be alright Yea that's just the way that story goes Life fast, gotta take it slow [Verse 2: Add-2] The rhyme k**ing no filler define n***a no mind sicker, I shine like Ma don for Dilla My pen pushes the page, you tryna hang like a pinup So what? You push kis I drop lines like [inner?] That's that sick wit, spit sh**, this kid get fierce Kick rhymes in white Nikes white as Ric Flair's hair Pardon, Your Honor, you want no parts of the drama When I'm there, you ain't there like Martin and his momma Doesn't matter, like gla** I'll shatter your plans If I got a black Caddy I'm calling it back advance May God bless my city, pray that they let them breathe Mothers ain't growing flowers but they burying seeds Falling like fall leaves, friends blow in the breeze Kinda like the Gibb brothers cause they wanna be Gs 'Fore they turn to Colonel Taylor, gotta let em be Preach And this verse is on the house like Snoopy when he sleeps [Hook] [Verse 3: Rapsody] 24 hour turnover, the black An. Jolie and I'm anti-freeze Been through the pits and cold weather, I adapt like old leather Got royalty in me, call me James I'm mo' Etta Blew it off like Mo' Better I'm mo' better been through the blues and blacks I too got a clique sweater Doctored the scar, squeezing me hard like mammograms Embrace the ambulance, k**ing y'all By the millions, diligence for those that spit sili-cons Silly cons, I been illy since I was really, um This high, knee high, I mean lie where no eye could see Spy, you dies, we multiply Homie told me today we gon' be alright Cause no matter how dark it get we wait til a brighter light sh**, so please never call it quits From the 'Go to the Raleighwood, my n***as it's all good [Hook]