Ghetts - Mozambique lyrics

(feat. Jaykae & Moonchild Sanelly) [Moonchild Sanelly:] Umnqundu wamapolisa sana [Police are a**holes] Ndithe umnqundu wamapolisa [I repeat Police are a**holes] [Ghetts:] 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 [Jaykae:] 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 headbu*ts like Zidan No if's, but's I'm the man Toolbox loading the van Fam, All of this bullsh*t 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 [Moonchild Sanelly:] 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 fu*k 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] [Ghetts:] 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