Sounds of the Motherland

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Ho, Ho, Ho, Ho, Ho, Ho, Ho, Ho. Ho

So Put Your Hands In The Air
Wave’em Side to Side Like You Just Don’t Care
You Gettin’ Down To the Sounds of the Motherland
You Are Gettin’ Down To the Sounds of the Motherland
So Put Dem Fists Up, yeah them drinks too
Light the weed up, you know how we do
You gettin’ down to the Sounds of the Motherland
You are getting’ down the Sounds of the Motherland

Verse 1
You hear that bass drum, screaming like King Kong
Kickin’ them Fire Flames, something like Feilong
Who spittin’ new raps with African Boom-Baps
They’re wondering who’s that, I’m bringing the roots back
It’s none other, kid from the mother-
Land of all brothers, the first to get discovered
Everyime we spittin’ ain’t no one can get above us
And leave the ladies screaming cos you know they simply love us
Yep Yep they love us, like Mister Lover Lover
Mmmm….Straight to the Teli and we going under cover
Mmmm….and when I hit it yeah you know I use a rubber
Mmmm….and I’ma beat it til’ it’s heated like the summer
Not Not Not a Cassanova but my Papa was a Roller
Got a lot of birdies so I’m sticking to the culture
Straight to the money like tham La Cosa Nostras
In it to win it so I bag it up like Oprah

So Put Your Hands In The Air
Wave’em Side to Side Like You Just Don’t Care
You Gettin’ Down To the Sounds of the Motherland
You Are Gettin’ Down To the Sounds of the Motherland
So Put Dem Fists Up, yeah them drinks too
Light the weed up, you know how we do
You gettin’ down to the Sounds of the Motherland
You are getting’ down the Sounds of the Motherland

Verse 2
So jẹ ki a jo til the early early mornings
Cos we Yoruba people yeah we party like its nothing
Spend a lot of money while you prolly think it’s something
Million dollar parties and stunting in all Ferraris
We spray them papers on women’s faces like make-up
So get your umbrella, bout to be a stormy weather
Like you singing ella ella, it’s raining chedda chedda
Now she looking really pretty like her name is Cindarella
Get in the Groove, don’t matter if you ain’t Stella
And just eat some Jollof and sip on some Amaretto
Or maybe just Egusi, if you prefer to eat Eba
However way you want it man, we got it til November
I’m bringing CHANGE like my father was from Kenya
Don’t mean to interrupt but I’m gon’ be here forever
So get used to this brand new agenda
Hope you got generators cos you can’t depend on NEPA

So Put Your Hands In The Air
Wave’em Side to Side Like You Just Don’t Care
You Gettin’ Down To the Sounds of the Motherland
You Are Gettin’ Down To the Sounds of the Motherland
So Put Dem Fists Up, yeah them drinks too
Light the weed up, you know how we do
You gettin’ down to the Sounds of the Motherland
You are getting’ down the Sounds of the Motherland