Okaaay from HOOLIGANS by Dadadoh + The POC

OKAAAY!
We be hearing what you saying
But you don’t know what you be talkin’ ‘bout

Still that dude who drinks PBR, still ride a bike, I don’t need a car, but I stack blue faces, no avatar, yeah the boy came back, something like Jafar, I guess I like guitars, and folks like how I write my bars, flows nice like a thank you card, but big dog is a Saint Bernard, might piss in the neighbors yard, might spit on your favorite track, might bleed on these city streets, might sweat to some shit that slaps, all caps when you write my name, but no cap when I wrote this rap, it’s DC, but I’m MI raised, with flows hot like the AZ tap, TV, that’s the life I live, POC, bring the chorus back, I need some more of that

OKAAAY!
We be hearing what you saying
But you don’t know what you be talkin’ ‘bout

God damn
I make this music with my bare hands
I never font
I’m by your side
I get my backend
Now get your back in to it
Never slackin’
Been about my passion
I give ‘em head thinks
They give ‘em headaches
Now where’s the aspirin?
Head they askin’ bout him
I hope you get the chance to be around him
You should copy never counter
We did it too major to be around minors
We never mind ‘em

OKAAAY!
We be hearing what you saying
But you don’t know what you be talkin’ ‘bout

• Punk
• Virginia beach
• az music
• melodic hip-hop
• punk rock
• rock
• Tempe