Kaygee Kidd - Run Durban (Run Jozi Remix) lyrics

[Intro- Kaygee Kidd] Kaygee kidd (aaaww!!) (Huh?) TJ Soh (yeah!!) (Huh?) Fresh Blood (ha-ha) (huh?) We got fresh blood... (Ah!) [Verse 1 - Kaygee Kidd] I look at my left and I see all them n***as who act like they love me (what?) I look at my right and I see all them n***as who sure be pretending (aha) The fact that we grow stronger, it makes yall sick now, huh? I don't care homie, you might as well s** a dick (aaahhhh) They say I'm bully (they say I'm bully) Nah I'm not, (but I'm not) I'm a bull man (I'm a bull man) And I'm hard (and I'm hard) Durban umlazi raised me Now its time for yall to make me Make sure that you do pay me Don't ever make me angry [Hook - Kaygee Kidd] Godly, sikelela, thina, thina namagenge Durban, Durban, Run Durban (Aahhh what did you say?) Run Durban (ah you hoe a** n***a) Run Durban [Verse 2 - Kaygee Kidd] I'm punching a line or two and I make sure that you never visit in the studio I open my eyes and I look at the sky and I would see Michael Jackson moon walk You should check your watch now Its quarter past ours now Every time I look in the mirror, I see a mentor And your girl opens her legs for me, and then I enter You want beef? I got steak Homie, your life is at stake Don't ever step on my toes Cause I'll turn you tomatoes n***as post pictures with them effects That's just lame I don't do that sh** cause I'm perfect? What's my name? I think I'm losing this dime Can I please have all your dimes? H.I.V is everywhere I'm even afraid to use my own hand And I know I go hard by myself I don't need no low band f** you and your basadi I just need a ma**age see? I'm proudly south african I'm not pissed off like Malema Mina ngijahana nemali tsots' Angifuni malemayo They say money talks but please Don't you dare talk to mine, Gees!! [Hook: Kaygee Kidd] [Bridge: K.O] K'dala sibatshela ukuthi k'phethe thina la Kodwa kungena ngapha kuphuma ngapha Kungena ngapha kuphuma ngapha, kwenzenjani? [Verse Three: AKA] I'm something like Haile Sela**ie Beautiful women and Jah seed God-speed to my competition f** whatever your palm reads, I'm on the mission Like formulation, they're politicians in hot seats f** with the gods, top of the charts, name a level I can't reach Better check credentials, [?] protect your temple Do you want progress or do you want Rolex? Better make mine presidential, influential More gold bottles, no role-models This hoe model is f**ed up, and we all follow No Gupta gate, no magistrate, just mami's shake like cold bottles Bank notes falling, no foreign, no problem Madiba faces in briefcases like Zim dollars Say Our father [Hook] [Bridge] [Hook]