Mozambique (feat. Jaykae & Moonchild Sanelly) (OTHERLiiNE Remix) (Explicit) (OTHERLiiNE Remix|Explicit)

Mozambique(feat. Jaykae & Moonchild Sanelly) (OTHERLiiNE Remix|Explicit) - Ghetts/Jaykae/Moonchild Sanelly

Composed by：Janum Khan/Justin Clarke Samuel/Seneziwe Sanelly/Shezhed Zar

Umnqundu wamapolisa sana

Ndithe umnqundu wamapolisa

Make some make some mean

Make some real mean dough

Make some real mean dough dough dough

What's wrong with these man

Make some real mean dough

Make some real mean dough

Make some real mean dough dough dough

What's wrong with these man

Make some make some mean

Yo what's wrong with these neeks

Man can't tell me about these streets

Man never grew up near no d**n beach

Mans got shooters from Mozambique

Shoot off nose and beak

So you lot roll in peace

But if you gotta somethin' to say

Do not hold in please

They say death comes in twa

So I do not roll in threes

Are you lot dying to piss

'Cause you look like your holding piece

Pull up pull up stolen jeep

Hood up 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 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 week

All that week ooh that's weak

Hole in your brain

You ain't gotta thought that 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 d**e

Sell some real green d**e

Make some real mean dough

Make some make some mean dough

Make some real mean dough

Make some real mean dough dough

What's wrong with these man

Can't tell me about twenty-eight 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 ain't been Hakkasan

And ask them who started the beef

I ain't slid 'round yet that's a plan

Roll up stolen Mangane

Whole lotta 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

Whole leap of cuts on my hand

You can put me in the world cup final

And I throw headbutts like Zidane

No if's but's I'm the man

Toolbox loading the van

Fam all of this bulls**t 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 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 d**e

Sell some real green d**e

Make some real mean dough

Make some make some mean dough

Make some real mean dough

Make some real mean dough