Mozambique
GHETTS Jaykae Moonchild Sanelly Lyrics
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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
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 damn 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 dope
Sell some real green dope
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 dope
Sell some real green dope
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 bullshit
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 dope
Sell some real green dope
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 dope
Sell some real green dope
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
The lyrics of GHETTS, Jaykae, and Moonchild Sanelly in their song "Mozambique" talk about their experiences in their respective cities and how they deal with the challenges they face. GHETTS talks about the streets in London and how he has to watch his back because of the shooters from Mozambique. He warns his enemies not to mess with him because people from Mozambique are not to be taken lightly. Jaykae talks about his life in Birmingham, where he grew up on curry and rice instead of ham, and how he has shooters from Pakistan. Finally, Moonchild Sanelly talks about how things work in Johannesburg and how people sell green dope to make money.
The trio emphasizes the importance of making money and doing whatever it takes to make it in this world, even if it includes selling illegal substances. They also talk about the danger of being involved in crime and how they have to be cautious, especially when dealing with rivals. Overall, the song is a commentary on the struggles and difficulties faced in their respective communities and the lengths people go to survive and make money.
Line by Line Meaning
Umnqundu wamapolisa sana
My black police baton, oh
Ndithe umnqundu wamapolisa
I said my black police baton
Make some, make some mean dough
Earn some serious money
Make some real mean dough
Earn a lot of money
What's wrong with these man?
What's the problem with these guys?
Yo, what's wrong with these neeks?
Hey, what's wrong with these unimportant people?
Man can't tell me about these streets
Everyday people don't know anything about my neighborhood
Man never grew up near no damn beach
I grew up far away from any beach
Mans got shooters from Mozambique
I have armed companions from Mozambique
Shoot off nose and beak
Shoot people's faces
So you lot roll in peace
Don't cause any trouble
But if you gotta somethin' to say
But if you have something to say
Do not hold in please
Don't keep it to yourself
They' say death comes in twa
They say death comes in two
So I do not roll in threes
So I don't hang out with more than two people
Are you lot dying to piss?
Do you need to go to the bathroom really badly?
'Cause you look like your holding piece
Because you look like you're carrying a gun
Pull up, pull up stolen Jeep
Drive up illegal Jeep
Hood up, hood up phone the police
Cover head and call the police
Push up your bolt and bleed
Use a gun and hurt yourself
I heard they cook up the coke and leave
I heard they make cocaine and abandon it
Mans going in there now
I'm going in there now
I'm just up the road indeed
I'm close by
I, I swear I search everywhere
I swear I searched everywhere
Like I'm looking for phone and keys
Like I'm looking for my phone and keys
Knife in the wind, poke and breeze
Stabbing in the wind
Wish your girl never saw that
I hope your girlfriend never saw it
Poor Candice
Her situation is unfortunate
Four man deep
Four people hanging out together
One felt froggy they saw man leap
One of them felt brave and attacked
Run tell Donnie and crawl back week
Go tell Donnie and retreat cowardly
All that week, ooh that's weak
That whole situation is pathetic
Hole in your brain
Your brain is damaged
You ain't gotta thought that deep
You don't have to think that hard
Man think I'm missing the drop
People think I'm losing my edge
What? I caught the clean
I caught it perfectly
I don't know bro
I don't know, friend
speak the streets bro
Tell me about the streets
Only way dawg
The only solution, man
Cops don't know, pay the streets dough
Police don't know, bribe the streets
Sell some real green dope
Sell marijuana
Make some real mean dough
Make a lot of money
Make some, make some mean dough
Make some serious money
Can't tell me about twenty-eight gram
You can't tell me about a specific quantity of drugs
Grew up on curry and rice not ham
I grew up eating curry and rice, not ham
Man I got shooters from Pakistan
I have armed companions from Pakistan
Shoot shoot off after your fam
Shoot and pursue after your family
Rooftop like Taliban
On the rooftop, like the Taliban
So let me give you lot some advice
Let me give you guys some advice
And stop stunting like Jackie Chan
Stop showing off like Jackie Chan
Yeah, they say you are what you eat
They say you become what you consume
And I still ain't been Hakkasan
And I have never been to Hakkasan restaurant
And ask them who started the beef?
And ask them who started the conflict?
I ain't slid 'round yet, that's a plan
I haven't attacked yet, but I have a plan
Roll up, stolen Mangane
Drive up in a stolen Mazda
Whole lotta smoke for your gang
A lot of gun smoke for your group
Folding notes in my hand
Holding money in my hand
Yeah, I told him phone me up when it lands
I told him to call me when the money arrives
Yeah, this beef's kobe cut from Japan
This conflict is expensive, like Japanese Kobe beef
Whole leap of cuts on my hand
A lot of cuts on my hand
You can put me in the World Cup final
You can put me in any high pressure situation
And I throw headbutts like Zidane
And I will react violently, like Zidane headbutting an opponent
No if's, but's I'm the man
No question, I'm the best
Toolbox loading the van
Loading the van with tools/weapons
Fam, all of this bullshit just 'cause he owed him a grand
This conflict happened because he owed him one thousand pounds
Come through, twenty man deep
Come with twenty people
Silence, can't hear any man speak
Quiet, can't hear anyone talking
Nightmares, can't get any more sleep
Nightmares and can't sleep anymore
Forget those who got buried last week?
Forget about those who died last week?
I keep things sweet
I keep things pleasant
On my table I let every man eat
At my table, I let everyone have something to eat
And I wish I has a girl who would let a man cheat
And I wish I had a girl who would let me cheat on her
Make some real mean dough
Make a lot of money
Make some real mean dough, dough
Make a lot of money
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Janum Khan, Justin Clark Samuel, Prince Owusu, Sanelisiwe Twisha, Shehzad Anil Zar
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@Grmdaily
Speechless
@charlieje3199
ridiculous tune
@headlesshorseman2165
Wreckless!
@DirtyFuckingBassline
Norf of the border(Scotland) still feeling this jam, Approved
@Kyzeyzworld
Muad
@trapsonic2976
Rubbish this is some wack shit yohhh
Um really disappointed ✋💔😔
@esij
Moonchild is so versatile can actually jump on so many tracks. Ghetts is the greatest EVER, AND the instumentals and visuals.... yh he deserves his flowers now!!
@kulturemix4194
Yeah i agree! But ghetts been deserving his flowers from timeeeee
@MattMussett
10 /10 leaps and bounds
@nkuliboetie4951
This track tho... The depth in cultures and lyrics is maddddddd. Aiii big up to all three of u. Whoever thought of putting moonchild on this tune is a genius