I hope you got your passports, and shots
take rappers on a field trip any day They never opposite real clip any way I know where all the looters and the stay Welcome to the we call Doomsday
Where niggas are fried chicken like 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 bumpin' Fela Kuti Tupac or Bob Marley, Lucky So we don't really give a fuck about 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 it is here The streets is tricky in these here You don't know how hard is here The streets need this shit
You don't know how hard it is The is tricky in these parts here You don't know how this is here The streets this shit here
I walk rappers through the killa any day never been opposite, real goons anyway I know all the tricky, sticky, alley ways Welcome to the of holidays (Africa)
Where holidays quickly to hell days Stars fall quicker than box of shell No Bill Gates, no Why you cats are debatin', actin' and fakin' days?
I deliver what they need like milk I learned from the deadly streets, no And I wasn't ever lookin' for a street But these streets bred me to be safe
It's no we know how to squeeze lead But the is not to have to squeeze it Used to be at now we use t-shirts And it reads R.I.P. the peace dead
When I walk the slums like nomane Little say, "K'naan bumaye" The rap game 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 how hard it is here The streets is tricky in these here You don't know how hard is here The streets need this shit
You don't know how it is here The streets is tricky in these here You know how hard this is here The streets need this shit