Mozambique - Ghetts, Moonchild Sanelly, Jaykae

Umnqundu wamapolisa sana

Ndithe umnqundu wamapolisa

What’s wrong with these neeks

Man can’t tell me about these streets

Man never grew up near no damn beach

Mans got shooters from Mozambique

Shoot off nose and beak

So you roll in peace

But if you gotta sutten to say

Do not hold on please

They' say death comes in twa

So I do not roll in threes

Are you lot dying to piss

Cah you look like your holding pees

Pull up stolen jeep

Hood up phone the police

Push up your bolt and bleed

I heard they cook up the coke and leave

Mans going in there now

I’m just up the road indeed

I swear I search everywhere

Like I’m looking for phone and keys

Knife in the wind

Poke and breeze

I wish your girl never saw that

Poor candice

Four man deep

One felt froggy and saw man leap

Run tell donnie and crawl back week

All that week

Oooohhhhhh that’s week

Hole in your brain

You ain’t gotta thought deep

Man think I’m missing the drop

What I caught the clean

I don’t know bro

I don’t know

Speak the streets bro

Only way dawg

Cops don’t know

Pay the streets dough

Sell some real green dope

Sell some real green dope

Make some real mean dough

Make some real mean dough

I don’t know bro

I don’t know

Speak the streets bro

Only way dawg

Cops don’t know

Pay the streets dough

Sell some real green dope

Sell some real green dope

Make some real mean dough

Make some real mean dough

What’s wrong with these man

Can’t tell me about 28 gram

Grew up on curry and rice not ham

Man I got shooters from Pakistan

Shoot shoot off after your fam

Rooftop like Taliban

So let me give you lot some advice

And stop stunting like Jackie Chan

Yeah, they say you are what you eat

And I still aint been Hakkasan

And ask them who started the beef?

I ain’t slid rounds there, that’s the plan

Roll up, stolen Magane

Whole lotta smoke for your gang

Folding notes in my hand

Yeah I told him phone me up when it lands

Yeah this beefs kobe cut from japan

Whole leap of cuts on my hand

You can put me in the world cup final

And I throw headbutts like Zidan

No if’s, but’s I’m the man

Toolbox loading the van

Fam, All of this bullshit just cos he owed him a grand

Come tru, 20 man deep

Silence, can’t hear any man speak

Nightmares, can’t get any more sleep

Forget those who got buried last week

I keep things sweet

On my table I let every man eat

And I wish I has a girl who would let a man cheat

I don’t know bro

I don’t know

Speak the streets bro

Only way dawg

Cops don’t know

Pay the streets dough

Sell some real green dope

Sell some real green dope

Make some real mean dough

Make some real mean dough

I don’t know bro

I don’t know

Speak the streets bro

Only way dawg

Cops don’t know

Pay the streets dough

Sell some real green dope

Sell some real green dope

Make some real mean dough

Make some real mean dough

Mina I’m from South Africa, hheey Mandela

Lomfana fun’ivisa ungqhelikaka

And’na xesha lama simba wodwa

Ndizomshiya

Ndizomshiy' ephansi

Kakade naleya ncanca iyasindwa yodwa

IBalls, zinzima

[Me, I’m from South Africa

Hey Mandela

This guy wants freedom to mess around

What the fuck

Ima leave his ass

I’ma drop him fast

Aaa did anyway his balls are bigger than his dick

He has a Winnie

And the balls are heavy]

Stared in the face of death

Man dem told me I’m stupid

So many years of breath

I’ve only been shot by Cupid

Can’t tell man about

Kuff cuff queff

You only hear them tings in music

Round ere you can tek a wrong left

Victim of a shooting

How they tryna tell man about cheff

Like I ain’t made food out of human

Like man ain’t looked in my grill

And I ain’t had to Barbeque dem

What can they tell man about crack

Ask Danny and Susan

What can they tell man about trap

Like I weren’t trapped in this foolish illusion

Feds never had no evi (evidence)

My man still got twenty

They never found nobody

They don’t know where it’s buried

Bad boys from the Uk we don’t drive no Chevy

Can’t call a foreign a foreign unless it’s a rari like ballotelli’s