I hope you got your passports, and shots
I'll rappers on a field trip any day They never opposite real clip any way I know where all the looters and the shooters Welcome to the city we Doomsday
Where niggas are fried chicken like Tuesday Oh, you from the hood, huh, who My Nigerian niggas 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 a fuck about your groupies is Africa, hooray
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 parts here You don't know how hard is here The streets need this shit
You know how hard it is here The streets is tricky in parts here You don't know how this is here The streets need shit here
I walk rappers the killa woods any day They've never been opposite, real goons I all the tricky, sticky, icky alley ways Welcome to the of holidays (Africa)
Where holidays quickly turn to days fall quicker than box of shell case No Gates, no PC's Why you cats are debatin', actin' and fakin' these
I deliver they need 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 safe
It's no secret we how to squeeze lead But the pre-set is not to to squeeze it to be at peace now we use t-shirts And it R.I.P. 'cause the peace dead
When I walk the slums like nomane Little 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, this is (Hooray)
You don't know how hard it is The is tricky in these parts here You know how hard this is here The streets need this shit
You know how hard it is here The is tricky in these parts here You don't know how hard this is The need this shit here