Mozambique (feat. Jaykae & Moonchild Sanelly) - Single Version
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๐ Lyrics
Umnqundu wamapolisa sana
Ndithe umnqundu wamapolisa
Yo, 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 lot roll in peace
But if you got somethin' to say
Do not hold in, please
They say death comes in trois
So I do not roll in threes
Are you lot dying to piss
'Cause you look like you're holding Ps
Pull up, pull up, stolen jeep
Hood up, hood up, phone the police
Push up your boat and bleed
I heard they cook up the coke and leave
Man's going in there now
I'm just up the road indeed
I-I swear I search everywhere
Like I'm looking for phone and keys
Knife in the wind
Poke and breeze
Wish your girl never saw that
Poor Candice
Four man deep
One felt froggy, they saw man leap
Run, tell donnie and crawl back, weep
All that week
Oh, that's weak
Hole in your brain
You ain't gotta thought that deep
Man think I'm missing the drop
What, I caught that 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 have 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 ain't been Hakkasan
And ask them who started the beef
I ain't slid round yet, that's the plan
Roll up, stolen Megane
Whole lot of smoke for your gang
Folding notes in my hand
Yeah I told him phone me up when it lands
Yeah this beef's kobe, cut from Japan
Hold uppercuts from my hand
You can put me in the World Cup final
And I'll throw headbutts like Zidane
No ifs, buts, I'm the man
Toolbox, loading the van
Fam, all of this bullshit
Just 'cause he owed him a grand
Come through twenty 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 had 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
Yo, I'm in Birmingham
Mina I'm from South Africa, hey Mandela
Lomfana fun'ivisa ungqhelikaka
And'na xesha lama simba wodwa
Ndizomshiya, ndizomshiy' ephansi
Kakade naleya ncanca iyasindwa yodwa
Balls, zinzima
Stared in the face of death
Mandem told me I'm stupid
So many years of breath
Only been shot by Cupid
Can't tell me about kuff kaff kweff
You only hear them tings in music
Round 'ere, take a wrong left
Victim of a shooting
What could they tell me about chef
Like I ain't made food out of human
Like man ain't looked in my grill
And I ain't had to barbeque them
What can they tell me about crack
Ask Danny and Susan
What can they tell me about trap
Like I weren't trapped in this foolish illusion
Feds never had no evi
My man still got twenty
They never found no body
They don't know where it's buried
Bad boys from the UK
We don't drive no Chevys
Can't call a foreign a foreign
Unless it's a 'Rari like Balotelli's
Ndithe umnqundu wamapolisa
Yo, 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 lot roll in peace
But if you got somethin' to say
Do not hold in, please
They say death comes in trois
So I do not roll in threes
Are you lot dying to piss
'Cause you look like you're holding Ps
Pull up, pull up, stolen jeep
Hood up, hood up, phone the police
Push up your boat and bleed
I heard they cook up the coke and leave
Man's going in there now
I'm just up the road indeed
I-I swear I search everywhere
Like I'm looking for phone and keys
Knife in the wind
Poke and breeze
Wish your girl never saw that
Poor Candice
Four man deep
One felt froggy, they saw man leap
Run, tell donnie and crawl back, weep
All that week
Oh, that's weak
Hole in your brain
You ain't gotta thought that deep
Man think I'm missing the drop
What, I caught that 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 have 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 ain't been Hakkasan
And ask them who started the beef
I ain't slid round yet, that's the plan
Roll up, stolen Megane
Whole lot of smoke for your gang
Folding notes in my hand
Yeah I told him phone me up when it lands
Yeah this beef's kobe, cut from Japan
Hold uppercuts from my hand
You can put me in the World Cup final
And I'll throw headbutts like Zidane
No ifs, buts, I'm the man
Toolbox, loading the van
Fam, all of this bullshit
Just 'cause he owed him a grand
Come through twenty 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 had 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
Yo, I'm in Birmingham
Mina I'm from South Africa, hey Mandela
Lomfana fun'ivisa ungqhelikaka
And'na xesha lama simba wodwa
Ndizomshiya, ndizomshiy' ephansi
Kakade naleya ncanca iyasindwa yodwa
Balls, zinzima
Stared in the face of death
Mandem told me I'm stupid
So many years of breath
Only been shot by Cupid
Can't tell me about kuff kaff kweff
You only hear them tings in music
Round 'ere, take a wrong left
Victim of a shooting
What could they tell me about chef
Like I ain't made food out of human
Like man ain't looked in my grill
And I ain't had to barbeque them
What can they tell me about crack
Ask Danny and Susan
What can they tell me about trap
Like I weren't trapped in this foolish illusion
Feds never had no evi
My man still got twenty
They never found no body
They don't know where it's buried
Bad boys from the UK
We don't drive no Chevys
Can't call a foreign a foreign
Unless it's a 'Rari like Balotelli's
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:02.48] Umnqundu wamapolisa sana
[00:06.13] Ndithe umnqundu wamapolisa
[00:13.49] Yo, what's wrong with these neeks
[00:15.65] Man can't tell me about these streets
[00:17.36] Man never grew up near no damn beach
[00:18.11] Mans got shooters from Mozambique
[00:20.88] Shoot off nose and beak
[00:22.57] So you lot roll in peace
[00:24.39] But if you got somethin' to say
[00:26.01] Do not hold in, please
[00:28.00] They say death comes in trois
[00:29.72] So I do not roll in threes
[00:31.59] Are you lot dying to piss
[00:33.16] 'Cause you look like you're holding Ps
[00:34.82] Pull up, pull up, stolen jeep
[00:36.33] Hood up, hood up, phone the police
[00:38.15] Push up your boat and bleed
[00:39.80] I heard they cook up the coke and leave
[00:41.51] Man's going in there now
[00:43.54] I'm just up the road indeed
[00:45.20] I-I swear I search everywhere
[00:46.44] Like I'm looking for phone and keys
[00:48.42] Knife in the wind
[00:50.07] Poke and breeze
[00:52.01] Wish your girl never saw that
[00:53.93] Poor Candice
[00:55.52] Four man deep
[00:56.73] One felt froggy, they saw man leap
[00:58.51] Run, tell donnie and crawl back, weep
[01:00.14] All that week
[01:01.08] Oh, that's weak
[01:01.80] Hole in your brain
[01:03.78] You ain't gotta thought that deep
[01:05.38] Man think I'm missing the drop
[01:07.25] What, I caught that clean
[01:08.85] I don't know bro, I don't know
[01:10.99] Speak the streets, bro
[01:12.24] Only way, dawg
[01:13.31] Cops don't know, pay the streets dough
[01:15.59] Sell some real green dope
[01:17.26] Sell some real green dope
[01:18.93] Make some real mean dough
[01:20.62] Make some real mean dough
[01:22.34] I don't know bro, I don't know
[01:24.38] Speak the streets, bro
[01:25.84] Only way dawg
[01:27.08] Cops don't know, pay the streets dough
[01:29.24] Sell some real green dope
[01:31.04] Sell some real green dope
[01:32.69] Make some real mean dough
[01:34.29] Make some real mean dough
[01:36.15] What's wrong with these man
[01:37.74] Can't tell me about 28 gram
[01:39.51] Grew up on curry and rice, not ham
[01:41.33] Man have got shooters from Pakistan
[01:43.06] Shoot-shoot off after your fam
[01:44.85] Rooftop like Taliban
[01:46.55] So let me give you lot some advice
[01:48.10] And stop stunting like Jackie Chan
[01:49.76] Yeah, they say you are what you eat
[01:51.10] And I still ain't been Hakkasan
[01:52.89] And ask them who started the beef
[01:54.66] I ain't slid round yet, that's the plan
[01:56.48] Roll up, stolen Megane
[01:58.37] Whole lot of smoke for your gang
[01:59.92] Folding notes in my hand
[02:01.52] Yeah I told him phone me up when it lands
[02:03.07] Yeah this beef's kobe, cut from Japan
[02:04.66] Hold uppercuts from my hand
[02:06.64] You can put me in the World Cup final
[02:08.26] And I'll throw headbutts like Zidane
[02:10.01] No ifs, buts, I'm the man
[02:11.66] Toolbox, loading the van
[02:13.58] Fam, all of this bullshit
[02:15.66] Just 'cause he owed him a grand
[02:17.15] Come through twenty man deep
[02:18.53] Silence, can't hear any man speak
[02:20.35] Nightmares, can't get any more sleep
[02:21.70] Forget those who got buried last week
[02:23.98] I keep things sweet
[02:25.34] On my table, I let every man eat
[02:27.90] And I wish I had a girl
[02:29.33] Who would let a man cheat
[02:30.88] I don't know bro, I don't know
[02:33.11] Speak the streets, bro
[02:34.36] Only way, dawg
[02:35.55] Cops don't know, pay the streets dough
[02:37.86] Sell some real green dope
[02:39.52] Sell some real green dope
[02:41.35] Make some real mean dough
[02:42.94] Make some real mean dough
[02:44.52] I don't know bro, I don't know
[02:46.44] Speak the streets, bro
[02:48.00] Only way dawg
[02:49.10] Cops don't know, pay the streets dough
[02:51.31] Sell some real green dope
[02:53.02] Sell some real green dope
[02:54.83] Make some real mean dough
[02:56.59] Make some real mean dough
[02:58.38] Yo, I'm in Birmingham
[03:01.37] Mina I'm from South Africa, hey Mandela
[03:10.35] Lomfana fun'ivisa ungqhelikaka
[03:13.20] And'na xesha lama simba wodwa
[03:17.03] Ndizomshiya, ndizomshiy' ephansi
[03:20.24] Kakade naleya ncanca iyasindwa yodwa
[03:23.86] Balls, zinzima
[03:25.69] Stared in the face of death
[03:27.78] Mandem told me I'm stupid
[03:29.70] So many years of breath
[03:31.39] Only been shot by Cupid
[03:32.66] Can't tell me about kuff kaff kweff
[03:34.44] You only hear them tings in music
[03:36.29] Round 'ere, take a wrong left
[03:37.89] Victim of a shooting
[03:39.63] What could they tell me about chef
[03:41.20] Like I ain't made food out of human
[03:43.26] Like man ain't looked in my grill
[03:44.89] And I ain't had to barbeque them
[03:46.87] What can they tell me about crack
[03:48.29] Ask Danny and Susan
[03:50.24] What can they tell me about trap
[03:51.60] Like I weren't trapped in this foolish illusion
[03:53.51] Feds never had no evi
[03:55.39] My man still got twenty
[03:56.91] They never found no body
[03:58.52] They don't know where it's buried
[04:00.50] Bad boys from the UK
[04:02.33] We don't drive no Chevys
[04:04.15] Can't call a foreign a foreign
[04:05.50] Unless it's a 'Rari like Balotelli's
[04:07.82]
[00:06.13] Ndithe umnqundu wamapolisa
[00:13.49] Yo, what's wrong with these neeks
[00:15.65] Man can't tell me about these streets
[00:17.36] Man never grew up near no damn beach
[00:18.11] Mans got shooters from Mozambique
[00:20.88] Shoot off nose and beak
[00:22.57] So you lot roll in peace
[00:24.39] But if you got somethin' to say
[00:26.01] Do not hold in, please
[00:28.00] They say death comes in trois
[00:29.72] So I do not roll in threes
[00:31.59] Are you lot dying to piss
[00:33.16] 'Cause you look like you're holding Ps
[00:34.82] Pull up, pull up, stolen jeep
[00:36.33] Hood up, hood up, phone the police
[00:38.15] Push up your boat and bleed
[00:39.80] I heard they cook up the coke and leave
[00:41.51] Man's going in there now
[00:43.54] I'm just up the road indeed
[00:45.20] I-I swear I search everywhere
[00:46.44] Like I'm looking for phone and keys
[00:48.42] Knife in the wind
[00:50.07] Poke and breeze
[00:52.01] Wish your girl never saw that
[00:53.93] Poor Candice
[00:55.52] Four man deep
[00:56.73] One felt froggy, they saw man leap
[00:58.51] Run, tell donnie and crawl back, weep
[01:00.14] All that week
[01:01.08] Oh, that's weak
[01:01.80] Hole in your brain
[01:03.78] You ain't gotta thought that deep
[01:05.38] Man think I'm missing the drop
[01:07.25] What, I caught that clean
[01:08.85] I don't know bro, I don't know
[01:10.99] Speak the streets, bro
[01:12.24] Only way, dawg
[01:13.31] Cops don't know, pay the streets dough
[01:15.59] Sell some real green dope
[01:17.26] Sell some real green dope
[01:18.93] Make some real mean dough
[01:20.62] Make some real mean dough
[01:22.34] I don't know bro, I don't know
[01:24.38] Speak the streets, bro
[01:25.84] Only way dawg
[01:27.08] Cops don't know, pay the streets dough
[01:29.24] Sell some real green dope
[01:31.04] Sell some real green dope
[01:32.69] Make some real mean dough
[01:34.29] Make some real mean dough
[01:36.15] What's wrong with these man
[01:37.74] Can't tell me about 28 gram
[01:39.51] Grew up on curry and rice, not ham
[01:41.33] Man have got shooters from Pakistan
[01:43.06] Shoot-shoot off after your fam
[01:44.85] Rooftop like Taliban
[01:46.55] So let me give you lot some advice
[01:48.10] And stop stunting like Jackie Chan
[01:49.76] Yeah, they say you are what you eat
[01:51.10] And I still ain't been Hakkasan
[01:52.89] And ask them who started the beef
[01:54.66] I ain't slid round yet, that's the plan
[01:56.48] Roll up, stolen Megane
[01:58.37] Whole lot of smoke for your gang
[01:59.92] Folding notes in my hand
[02:01.52] Yeah I told him phone me up when it lands
[02:03.07] Yeah this beef's kobe, cut from Japan
[02:04.66] Hold uppercuts from my hand
[02:06.64] You can put me in the World Cup final
[02:08.26] And I'll throw headbutts like Zidane
[02:10.01] No ifs, buts, I'm the man
[02:11.66] Toolbox, loading the van
[02:13.58] Fam, all of this bullshit
[02:15.66] Just 'cause he owed him a grand
[02:17.15] Come through twenty man deep
[02:18.53] Silence, can't hear any man speak
[02:20.35] Nightmares, can't get any more sleep
[02:21.70] Forget those who got buried last week
[02:23.98] I keep things sweet
[02:25.34] On my table, I let every man eat
[02:27.90] And I wish I had a girl
[02:29.33] Who would let a man cheat
[02:30.88] I don't know bro, I don't know
[02:33.11] Speak the streets, bro
[02:34.36] Only way, dawg
[02:35.55] Cops don't know, pay the streets dough
[02:37.86] Sell some real green dope
[02:39.52] Sell some real green dope
[02:41.35] Make some real mean dough
[02:42.94] Make some real mean dough
[02:44.52] I don't know bro, I don't know
[02:46.44] Speak the streets, bro
[02:48.00] Only way dawg
[02:49.10] Cops don't know, pay the streets dough
[02:51.31] Sell some real green dope
[02:53.02] Sell some real green dope
[02:54.83] Make some real mean dough
[02:56.59] Make some real mean dough
[02:58.38] Yo, I'm in Birmingham
[03:01.37] Mina I'm from South Africa, hey Mandela
[03:10.35] Lomfana fun'ivisa ungqhelikaka
[03:13.20] And'na xesha lama simba wodwa
[03:17.03] Ndizomshiya, ndizomshiy' ephansi
[03:20.24] Kakade naleya ncanca iyasindwa yodwa
[03:23.86] Balls, zinzima
[03:25.69] Stared in the face of death
[03:27.78] Mandem told me I'm stupid
[03:29.70] So many years of breath
[03:31.39] Only been shot by Cupid
[03:32.66] Can't tell me about kuff kaff kweff
[03:34.44] You only hear them tings in music
[03:36.29] Round 'ere, take a wrong left
[03:37.89] Victim of a shooting
[03:39.63] What could they tell me about chef
[03:41.20] Like I ain't made food out of human
[03:43.26] Like man ain't looked in my grill
[03:44.89] And I ain't had to barbeque them
[03:46.87] What can they tell me about crack
[03:48.29] Ask Danny and Susan
[03:50.24] What can they tell me about trap
[03:51.60] Like I weren't trapped in this foolish illusion
[03:53.51] Feds never had no evi
[03:55.39] My man still got twenty
[03:56.91] They never found no body
[03:58.52] They don't know where it's buried
[04:00.50] Bad boys from the UK
[04:02.33] We don't drive no Chevys
[04:04.15] Can't call a foreign a foreign
[04:05.50] Unless it's a 'Rari like Balotelli's
[04:07.82]