It's OK

[Hook 1: Triple Seven] We're goin' out to the club tonight Let Fli Fat Funk Playa frost your ice Got a Zima in the cup and I'm feelin' alright Got it poppin' on the dance floor, do what you like Gotta scoop me up one of these hotties Come on here, baby, give me that body You ain't never met a brother like Ronnie Or had fun with a player like Commie [Verse 1: Dante Santiago] Ooh, girl I like the way you move Let me whisper in your ear and get close to you And tell you things to get your mind off dancing I know you ain't came here just to be dancin' Your booty lookin' like a big old fruit Walk with me, talk with me, have a seat in a booth You here with your girl? I came with my homey I know a spot we can go to that's more cozy Tell me why these people so damn nosey Oh, I know why, cause you so fly Brothers sayin' I wish I was that guy Heads turnin' every time that you walk by But enough of all the egos strokin' I'm already pressin' you, I got you open I love a women and he's here to get naughty And gotta head to give but let me see you put it on me [Hook 2: Triple Seven and Dante Santiago] It's okay (if you wanna leave here) It's okay (we don't gotta be here) It's okay (this show we thug up) It's okay (that's what's up) Gotta scoop me up one of these hotties Come on here, baby, give me that body You ain't never met a brother like Ronnie Or had fun with a player like Commie [Verse 2: Dante Santiago] I ain't the kid up in the club to be dancin' Unless they got a break beat on, other than that, I'm relaxin' I press a chick that's fly like Toni Braxton That'll get me off of the wall, like Mike Jackson One up on you grabbin' you up, without askin' Spittin' game to you, wassup, ma with the action Niggas lame to you wassup, ma, what's crackin' Let's get the party started, after the party yells, after the party yells (after the party) You ain't never met a player like Donnie, or a brother like Commie Or Hans Solo, I'd a roll with the army Got a room on the strip, meet me back in the lobby You got me feelin aroused I ain't tryin to sex you on the dance floor, cause that ain't my style Triple Seven laid back, I ain't no youngster Fire for ya fire if I don't, then why don't you [Hook 2] [Hook 1] [Verse 3: Dante Santiago] Hey girl, you know you got it goin' on Hey girl, you go girl So cute, shakin' in your boots Gettin' loose in the clubs 'til the club Blowin' smoke out a stretch Escalade roof Let's ride, just me and you Whatcha wanna do? Holla at ya boy Make you hotter than a fat kid in corduroys I'm tellin' you ma, the real, I ain't an act I work the back better than a chiropractor Triple Seven, remember this image It's all hunky dory, just don't catch feelings [Hook 2]