Mozambique (feat. Jaykae & Moonchild Sanelly) (Explicit)
Ghetts, Jaykae, Moonchild Sanelly"Mozambique (feat. Jaykae & Moonchild Sanelly) (Explicit)" is a song by Ghetts, Jaykae, Moonchild Sanelly, released in 2021 in the Pop genre. The song is 4:48 long and contains 153 lines and 861 words.
0:00Mozambique(feat. Jaykae & Moonchild Sanelly) (Explicit) - Ghetts/Jaykae/Moonchild Sanelly
0:00Past present future
0:04Senior baby junior
0:09You take the fire of the young
0:10The power of now the wisdom of the old
0:12Combine all three and that's a recipe for winning
0:16No point looking back
0:18Saying I could've done this
0:19Should've done that
0:21That's valuable time being wasted in the present
0:23And it's only in the present where the future can be moulded
0:25The reoccurring question is
0:26What would I have told myself ten years ago
0:30Focus
0:31You know the O was replaced by an S
0:33There ain't a broken home I don't represent
0:36Still misunderstood
0:37Still conflicted
0:38How many times have I looked at the man in the mirror
0:40And had to convince him
0:41Be brave be different
0:42Just be you and be consistent
0:45Umnqundu wamapolisa sana
0:51Ndithe umnqundu wamapolisa
0:57Yo what's wrong with these neeks
0:58Man can't tell me about these streets
1:00Man never grew up near no d**n beach
1:02Mans got shooters from Mozambique
1:04Shoot off nose and beak
1:05So you lot roll in peace
1:07But if you got suttin to say
1:09Do not hold in please
1:10They say death comes in trois
1:12So I do not roll in threes
1:14Are you lot dying to piss
1:16'Cause you look like you're holding ps
1:17Pull up pull up stolen jeep
1:19Hood up hood up phone the police
1:21Push up your boat and bleed
1:22I heard they cook up the coke and leave
1:24Man's going in there now
1:26I'm just up the road indeed
1:28I swear I search everywhere
1:29Like I'm looking for phone and keys
1:32Knife in the wind
1:33Poke and breeze
1:35Wish your girl never saw that
1:37Poor Candice
1:39Four man deep
1:39One felt froggy they saw man leap
1:41Run tell donnie and crawl back weep
1:43All that week
1:44Oh that's weak
1:45Hole in your brain
1:47You ain't gotta thought that deep
1:48Man think I'm missing the drop
1:50What I caught that clean
1:52I don't know bro I don't know
1:54Speak the streets bro
1:55Only way dawg
1:56Cops don't know pay the streets dough
1:58Sell some real green d**e
2:00Sell some real green d**e
2:02Make some real mean dough
2:03Make some real mean dough
2:05I don't know bro I don't know
2:07Speak the streets bro
2:09Only way dawg
2:10Cops don't know pay the streets dough
2:12Sell some real green d**e
2:14Sell some real green d**e
2:15Make some real mean dough
2:17Make some real mean dough
2:19What's wrong with these man
2:21Can't tell me about 28 gram
2:22Grew up on curry and rice not ham
2:24Man have got shooters from Pakistan
2:26Shoot off after your fam
2:28Rooftop like taliban
2:29So let me give you lot some advice
2:31And stop stunting like Jackie Chan
2:32Yeah they say you are what you eat
2:34And I still ain't been Hakkasan
2:36And ask them who started the beef
2:37I ain't slid round yet that's the plan
2:39Roll up stolen megane
2:41Whole lot of smoke for your gang
2:43Folding notes in my hand
2:44Yeah I told him phone me up when it lands
2:46Yeah this beef's kobe cut from japan
2:48Hold uppercuts from my hand
2:49You can put me in the world cup final
2:51And I'll throw headbutts like Zidane
2:53No if's buts I'm the man
2:55Toolbox loading the van
2:57Fam all of this bulls**t
2:58Just 'cause he owed him a grand
3:00Come through twenty man deep
3:01Silence can't hear any man speak
3:03Nightmares can't get any more sleep
3:05Forget those who got buried last week
3:07I keep things sweet
3:08On my table I let every man eat
3:11And I wish I had a girl
3:12Who would let a man cheat
3:14I don't know bro I don't know
3:16Speak the streets bro
3:17Only way dawg
3:19Cops don't know pay the streets dough
3:21Sell some real green d**e
3:22Sell some real green d**e
3:24Make some real mean dough
3:26Make some real mean dough
3:27I don't know bro I don't know
3:30Speak the streets bro
3:31Only way dawg
3:32Cops don't know pay the streets dough
3:34Sell some real green d**e
3:36Sell some real green d**e
3:38Make some real mean dough
3:39Make some real mean dough
3:43Yo I'm in Birmingham
3:46Mina I'm from South Africa hheey Mandela
3:53Lomfana fun'ivisa ungqhelikaka
3:57And'na xesha lama simba wodwa
4:00Ndizomshiya
4:01Ndizomshiy' ephansi
4:03Kakade naleya ncanca iyasindwa yodwa
4:06Iballs zinzima
4:09Stared in the face of death
4:11Mandem told me I'm stupid
4:13So many years of breath
4:14Only been shot by cupid
4:15Can't tell man about kuff kaff kweff
4:17You only hear them tings in music
4:19Round 'ere take a wrong left
4:21Victim of a shooting
4:23What could they tell me about chef
4:24Like I ain't made food out of human
4:26Like man ain't looked in my grill
4:28And I ain't had to barbeque them
4:29What can they tell me about crack
4:31Ask Danny and Susan
4:33What can they tell me about trap
4:34Like I weren't trapped in this foolish illusion
4:36Feds never had no evi
4:38My man still got twenty
4:40They never found no body
4:42They don't know where it's buried
4:43Bad boys from the UK
4:45We don't drive no chevys
4:47Can't call a foreign a foreign
4:48Unless it's a 'rari like ballotelli's
Mozambique(feat. Jaykae & Moonchild Sanelly) (Explicit) - Ghetts/Jaykae/Moonchild Sanelly Past present future Senior baby junior You take the fire of the young The power of now the wisdom of the old Combine all three and that's a recipe for winning No point looking back Saying I could've done this Should've done that That's valuable time being wasted in the present And it's only in the present where the future can be moulded The reoccurring question is What would I have told myself ten years ago Focus You know the O was replaced by an S There ain't a broken home I don't represent Still misunderstood Still conflicted How many times have I looked at the man in the mirror And had to convince him Be brave be different Just be you and be consistent Umnqundu wamapolisa sana Ndithe umnqundu wamapolisa Yo what's wrong with these neeks Man can't tell me about these streets Man never grew up near no d**n beach Mans got shooters from Mozambique Shoot off nose and beak So you lot roll in peace But if you got suttin to say Do not hold in please They say death comes in trois So I do not roll in threes Are you lot dying to piss 'Cause you look like you're holding ps Pull up pull up stolen jeep Hood up hood up phone the police Push up your boat and bleed I heard they cook up the coke and leave Man's going in there now I'm just up the road indeed I swear I search everywhere Like I'm looking for phone and keys Knife in the wind Poke and breeze Wish your girl never saw that Poor Candice Four man deep One felt froggy they saw man leap Run tell donnie and crawl back weep All that week Oh that's weak Hole in your brain You ain't gotta thought that deep Man think I'm missing the drop What I caught that clean I don't know bro I don't know Speak the streets bro Only way dawg Cops don't know pay the streets dough Sell some real green d**e Sell some real green d**e Make some real mean dough Make some real mean dough I don't know bro I don't know Speak the streets bro Only way dawg Cops don't know pay the streets dough Sell some real green d**e Sell some real green d**e Make some real mean dough Make some real mean dough What's wrong with these man Can't tell me about 28 gram Grew up on curry and rice not ham Man have got shooters from Pakistan Shoot off after your fam Rooftop like taliban So let me give you lot some advice And stop stunting like Jackie Chan Yeah they say you are what you eat And I still ain't been Hakkasan And ask them who started the beef I ain't slid round yet that's the plan Roll up stolen megane Whole lot of smoke for your gang Folding notes in my hand Yeah I told him phone me up when it lands Yeah this beef's kobe cut from japan Hold uppercuts from my hand You can put me in the world cup final And I'll throw headbutts like Zidane No if's buts I'm the man Toolbox loading the van Fam all of this bulls**t Just 'cause he owed him a grand Come through twenty man deep Silence can't hear any man speak Nightmares can't get any more sleep Forget those who got buried last week I keep things sweet On my table I let every man eat And I wish I had a girl Who would let a man cheat I don't know bro I don't know Speak the streets bro Only way dawg Cops don't know pay the streets dough Sell some real green d**e Sell some real green d**e Make some real mean dough Make some real mean dough I don't know bro I don't know Speak the streets bro Only way dawg Cops don't know pay the streets dough Sell some real green d**e Sell some real green d**e Make some real mean dough Make some real mean dough Yo I'm in Birmingham Mina I'm from South Africa hheey Mandela Lomfana fun'ivisa ungqhelikaka And'na xesha lama simba wodwa Ndizomshiya Ndizomshiy' ephansi Kakade naleya ncanca iyasindwa yodwa Iballs zinzima Stared in the face of death Mandem told me I'm stupid So many years of breath Only been shot by cupid Can't tell man about kuff kaff kweff You only hear them tings in music Round 'ere take a wrong left Victim of a shooting What could they tell me about chef Like I ain't made food out of human Like man ain't looked in my grill And I ain't had to barbeque them What can they tell me about crack Ask Danny and Susan What can they tell me about trap Like I weren't trapped in this foolish illusion Feds never had no evi My man still got twenty They never found no body They don't know where it's buried Bad boys from the UK We don't drive no chevys Can't call a foreign a foreign Unless it's a 'rari like ballotelli's
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