| Let’s vibe to this
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| Heard their being had to ride to it
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| You dun know we got to fight for it
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| Bring you close to my environment
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| Watch how they move to the beat
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| They dance with no shoes on their feet
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| Might not know the next food they will eat
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| But they share to make everyone sweet
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| For the groove and the bass
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| No more moving, losing the place
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| Why police ah got too shot AKs
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| To get all you’s a gun down with strains
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| But we don’t complain
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| We sing and we dance in the rain
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| The sun will shine on us one day
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| Till then we dance away pain
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| 'Cause when I was age the whole place off a ramp
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| You’d better reload that
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| Spare fresh water every time cause I can
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| You’d better reload that
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| Wanna get low like I roll African
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| You’d better reload that
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| Wanna take grime back to the motherland
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| You’d better reload that
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| Check the way that I’m coming with the flow
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| Bad vibes had to leave them alone
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| I was raised in the dead foot zone in
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| Africa, no place like home
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| My culture is wicked and bad
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| Hyenas are domestic cats
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| Proud African like Mama and Dad
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| Don’t let me go run on a cow’s back
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| Ethiopia ain’t about no riff-raff
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| Won’t take breaks unlike a Kit-Kat
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| Dollar Sandwich just trying to flip that
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| Out to my queen with the big back
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| You know what it is anytime you pass through
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| Out to the locals and the dance crew
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| Old folks, got them skanking in twos
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| Surprised there was a pro, good music and you
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| 'Cause when I was age the whole place off a ramp
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| You’d better reload that
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| Spare fresh water every time cause I can
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| You’d better reload that
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| Wanna get low like I roll African
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| You’d better reload that
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| Wanna take grime back to the motherland
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| You’d better reload that (and again)
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| 'Cause when I was age the whole place off a ramp
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| You’d better reload that
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| Spare fresh water every time cause I can
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| You’d better reload that
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| Wanna get low like I roll African
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| You’d better reload that
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| Wanna take grime back to the motherland
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| You’d better reload that
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| Out to my siblings of African kings
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| I know the life that they bring
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| My young children die for diamonds
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| You wear it, then you call it bling bling
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| We’re just out for ching ching
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| But we don’t wear no Rolex, we eat them
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| God forgive us for our sin sin
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| African prince is what we’re in in
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| We don’t have time for man being half-hearted
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| Everyone’s blessed and still laughing regardless
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| Times are stressed you hear chanting and dancing
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| Wouldn’t believe that some people are starving
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| Never the less good vibes, good memories
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| Good people, good energy
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| To my African queen, you’re my legacy
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| And unproud African I will never be
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| Cause when I was age the whole place off a ramp
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| You’d better reload that
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| Spare fresh water every time cause I can
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| You’d better reload that
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| Wanna get low like I roll African
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| You’d better reload that
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| Wanna take Grime back to the motherland
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| You’d better reload that
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| Cause when I was age the whole place off a ramp
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| You’d better reload that
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| Spare fresh water every time cause I can
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| You’d better reload that
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| Wanna get low like I roll African
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| You’d better reload that
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| Wanna take Grime back to the motherland
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| You’d better reload that |