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 looters and the shooters Welcome to the city we call
niggas are just fried chicken like Tuesday Oh, you the hood, huh, who say? My niggas will call you pussy My Somali niggas are quick to the Uzi
here we only bumpin' Fela Kuti Tupac or Bob Marley, Lucky So we don't really give a about your groupies This is Africa,
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 in these parts here You know how hard 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 hard is here The streets need this shit
I walk rappers through the woods any day They've never been opposite, goons anyway I know all the tricky, sticky, alley ways Welcome to the of holidays (Africa)
Where quickly turn to hell days Stars fall quicker than box of shell No Gates, no PC's Why you cats are debatin', actin' and fakin' days?
I deliver they need like milk crates I from the deadly streets, no regrets And I wasn't ever for a street cred But these streets bred me to be street
It's no secret we know how to 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
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, is Africa (Hooray)
You don't know how hard it is The streets is tricky in parts here You don't how hard this is here The streets this shit here
You know how hard it is here The streets is tricky in these parts You don't how hard this is here The streets need this shit