I hope you got passports, and vaccine 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 shooters to the city we call Doomsday
Where niggas are just fried chicken Tuesday Oh, you the hood, huh, who say? My Nigerian niggas will call you My niggas are quick to grab the Uzi
Around here we only bumpin' Kuti or Bob Marley, Lucky Dube So we really give a fuck about your groupies This is Africa,
T.I.A. (Hooray) T.I.A. (Hooray)
T.I.A. (Hooray) It means, is Africa (Hooray)
You don't know how hard it is 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 these parts You know how hard this is here The streets this shit here
I rappers through the killa woods any day They've never opposite, real goons anyway I all the tricky, sticky, icky alley ways Welcome to the of holidays (Africa)
holidays quickly turn to hell days Stars fall quicker box of shell case No Gates, no PC's Why you cats are debatin', actin' and these days?
I deliver what they need milk crates I learned the deadly streets, no regrets And I wasn't ever for a street cred But these bred me to be street safe
It's no secret we know how to squeeze 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 through the slums like Little say, "K'naan bumaye" The rap just got itself a new day This is Africa,
T.I.A. (Hooray) T.I.A. (Hooray)
T.I.A. (Hooray) It means, is Africa (Hooray)
You know how hard it is here The is tricky in these parts here You don't know how hard is here The streets this shit here
You don't know how it is here The streets is tricky in these parts You know how hard this is here The streets this shit here