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