I hope you got your passports, and shots
I'll take rappers on a trip any day never been opposite real clip any way I where all the looters and the shooters stay Welcome to the city we Doomsday
niggas are just fried chicken like Tuesday Oh, you from the hood, huh, who My Nigerian niggas will call you My niggas are quick to grab the Uzi
Around here we only bumpin' Fela Tupac or Bob Marley, Lucky So we don't really give a fuck about your 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 parts You don't know how hard this is The streets need shit here
You don't know how hard it is The streets is tricky in these parts You don't how hard this is here The need this shit here
I rappers through the killa woods any day They've never been opposite, goons anyway I know all the tricky, sticky, icky alley to the continent of holidays (Africa)
Where holidays quickly to hell days Stars fall than box of shell case No Bill Gates, no Why you cats are debatin', actin' and fakin' these
I deliver what need like milk crates I learned from the deadly streets, no And I ever lookin' for a street cred But these bred me to be street safe
no secret we know how to squeeze lead But the pre-set is not to have to it Used to be at peace now we use And it R.I.P. 'cause the peace dead
I walk through the slums like nomane Little say, "K'naan bumaye" The rap game got itself a new day This is Africa,
T.I.A. (Hooray) T.I.A. (Hooray)
T.I.A. (Hooray) It means, this is (Hooray)
You don't know how it is here The streets is tricky in these here You don't know how this is here The streets need this here
You don't how hard it is here The streets is tricky in parts here You don't know how this is here The need this shit here