[tek]
Lets go...no time to do your hair, baby
[starang]
Ayo! there the go kid!
[all]
Right there! right there!...oh oh, oh oh...
[ms]
Im movin smooth like a wet foot glidin across ice,
Because these fools who be sliding on tracks, braggin they nice
Headz screamin they need it, but do you really want hardcore?
Stakes is high like de la, plus Im fiending to start more
[starang]
Trouble on the double, yet cooler than any hooligan
Frontin on the mic nigga, who you think you foolin with?
Yall be on the mic kickin nothing but that nonsense
Nigga please, ease back my crew been the bomb since
[tek]
Tell me to maintain and keep doin my thang
Keep my dick in my pants, and just stack the green
Shorties cant be coniving, had to flip about warning
Now you in a cell tryin to post bail by mornin
Chorus:
[starang]:now in the back of my mind, yo I really do hope
[tek]:that motherfuckers out here dont take my crew for no joke
[ms]:cause if our backs against the wall, then we goin for broke
[all]:but well never fall victim to the ohkeedoke!
[starang]:it goes on and on and on and on
[all]:you keep on, and you dont stop
[starang]yo, it goes on and on and on and on
[all]: you keep on and you dont stop
[starang]
Steepin to ya, dru ha, you hit the jackpot
Starang bust thangs since tek found the a-black spot
Me and mr. smokee, playin the lo-key
Puffin; on ls, I never fell for the ohkee...
[ms]
...doke! when your plan goes up in smoke
Like a bob marley spliff being smoked to a roach
But on the contrair, if I smoked an ounce a day
Itll only make a mess when I bounce this way
[tek]
The jail scene aint workin no more, got me punchin a wall
Fam put a block on the phone, wont accept collect calls
And to top it all off, heard my co-defendant turned canary
Stutter steeping through the house lookin all scary
Im just waiting to face him in the mess hall
Thinkin bout the tyson loss, gettin my reps off
And the niggas in the world that I used to roll with
Dont even write scripts, thats the ohkeedoke shit
[chorus]
[starang]
Niggas say starangs smooth, just like ice without cube
Im nice without dudes, on my motherfuckin track
Niggas call me starang, others call me jack
But if you call and Im not home, you can call me back
But no matter where Im at, I always rock the show
The niggas next up on the mic, yall niggas gots to go
Phantom of the opera, yo I blow scenes north, south, east
West, fuck your chest dukes, get it out your mouthpiece
[tek]
(I was) laid back sippin becks, gently cleaning off a black tek
Jps cuban link got my neck laced (shine baby)
Steal the show like a thief, blow without a trace
See so many wannabes steadily tryin to be me
Act grimy, crimies constantly scheme how to fi me
Out to get the bonus, becoming assed out like the homeless
No disresepct intended, but its a fucked up world we live in
[ms]
My lust for hip hop got me strivin for perfection
And when my inner glow shine, you vision my reflection
And now chumps had to get a closer glimpse at it
As sweat trickle down your face, you break into a panic
[chorus]
(phonecall 1-900-get-da-boot)
[tek]
Like when your shorties put on helmets and shouder pads, thats the ohkeedoke,
When shorties come to see a nigga with...while you bleedin is the ohkeedoke,
Too
[starang]
Magnum force...
[tek]
World wide...
[starang]
Strictly bcc...strictly bcc...
It goes on and on and on and on
You keep on and you dont stop
Word up yall everything is nature, word up yall, I dont hate cha
We keep it movin...we keep it movin...
[tek]
Yo, gettin pulled over when you just got your wallet at your crib
With your license...thats the ohkeedoke...
