I hope you got your passports, and shots
I'll take on a field trip any day They never been opposite real any way I know where all the looters and the stay Welcome to the city we Doomsday
Where niggas are fried chicken like Tuesday Oh, you the hood, huh, who say? My niggas will call you pussy My Somali are quick to grab the Uzi
Around here we bumpin' Fela Kuti Tupac or Bob Marley, Dube So we don't really give a fuck about your This is Africa,
T.I.A. (Hooray) T.I.A. (Hooray)
T.I.A. (Hooray) It means, this is (Hooray)
You don't how hard it is here The streets is tricky in these here You don't know how this is here The streets this shit here
You don't how hard it is here The streets is tricky in these parts You don't how hard this is here The streets need this shit
I rappers through the killa woods any day They've never been opposite, goons anyway I know all the tricky, sticky, icky ways Welcome to the of holidays (Africa)
Where holidays quickly turn to days Stars quicker than box of shell case No Gates, no PC's Why you cats are debatin', actin' and fakin' these
I deliver what they like milk crates I learned the deadly streets, no regrets And I wasn't ever for a street cred But these streets bred me to be street
It's no secret we know how to lead But the pre-set is not to have to it Used to be at now we use t-shirts And it R.I.P. 'cause the peace dead
When I walk the slums like nomane children say, "K'naan bumaye" The rap just got itself a new day is Africa, hooray
T.I.A. (Hooray) T.I.A. (Hooray)
T.I.A. (Hooray) It means, is Africa (Hooray)
You don't know how it is here The streets is tricky in these here You don't how hard this is here The streets this shit here
You know how hard it is here The streets is in these parts here You don't know how hard is here The need this shit here