Jou Stad

YoungstaCPT, Gigi LaMayne, 25K

Hoe lyk jou stad
We ride with the bitches
Knock your boys for the big time (Hoe lyk jou stad)
Roll out with the belts
Get you whipped out into hell (Hoe lyk jou stad)
Dis die land van vrede land van kleure
And we loving the shapes (Hoe lyk jou stad)
Idladla lam on the map
Tell your wack boys to relax

Heavyweight bars I hope Stogie gets to hear this
They biting so hard that they smile need the dentist
Rap so hard swear I'm going through the festive
Blue ticks off they won’t know I never read it
Cash out till I pass out that's the thing
Rags out so we trap out in the crib
Pass out we the last out with the ching
Telling Gandalf that I'm coming for my ring
Frodo getting hands if he breath in my way
Hamilton both for Vin Diesel with the Wraith
Khaleesi getting mad cause I'm sleazy with the slay
And ninjas on the DL trying to pull that stingray
Kidnap the baker want my bread as in now now
Peaceful for who yo I wrestle the crown now
Queen to the who yeah you talk to the G now
Gigi Lamayne and these frauds better bow down

Hoe lyk jou stad
We ride with the bitches
Knock your boys out for the big time (Hoe lyk jou stad)
Roll out with the belts
Get you whipped out into hell (Hoe lyk jou stad)
Dis die land van vrede land van kleure
And we loving the shapes (Hoe lyk jou stad)
Idladla lam on the map
Tell your wack boys to relax

From the city they call slaap stad but we don't sleep
You can't walk in my old sneaks you got crows feet
Social media amuses me you fools aren't fooling me
Usually you don't even get love in your communities
You acting like the people got your back there
My bruh when last did you give back there
Cause when you come to my hood you get a heart attack
These raps are a Kaapstad starter pack at a laundromat
Liquidating businesses the citizens are trying to go legitimate to find a equilibrium
My city is magnificent but swarming with drugs
And notorious thugs it’s rough but

Hoe lyk jou stad
We ride with the bitches
Knock your boys out for the big time (Hoe lyk jou stad)
Roll out with the belts
Get you whipped out into hell (Hoe lyk jou stad)
Dis die land van vrede land van kleure
And we loving the shapes (Hoe lyk jou stad)
Idladla lam on the map
Tell your wack boys to relax

I just copped the Reebok classics on you motherfuckers
Dope boy I ain't cuffing but we under-covers
I’ll be in the white blocks eating curry kos
The dark side mob ties with the drug lords
She keep blowing up my phone
Juba ke lehotlo
Is net ngwana o ke lefyeha ha nyake ke mmethe lehotlo
I was selling soft white in the west side
Back line ka score and you off side
Both sides ka le side ke Baghdad
Aona leka Glock nine then you lastig
I just count up bank rolls with my left arm
You hate me but your girl thinks I'm handsome
Is net wena o nahana nkare ka cap'a
Mo ke leng o ka se khotlhelle chale wa tepa
Gigi Lamayne o tlo bolaisa ka nna
Jeep six black rock ou stad

Hoe lyk jou stad
We ride with the bitches
Knock your boys out for the big time (Hoe lyk jou stad)
Roll out with the belts
Get you whipped out into hell (Hoe lyk jou stad)
Dis die land van vrede land van kleure
And we loving the shapes (Hoe lyk jou stad)
Idladla lam on the map
Tell your wack boys to relax

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