Is dit net ek, of is als tos? Is dit net ek? Is-is dit net ek? Jis jis, ek soek n fancy goose Maar my sak's plat soos barbie se plastic poes Wat die fok? Fok die poes in die Corsa langs ons Yo Ninja kook n tekkie Laat ons gly Drive! Drive fast!

Ready or not, here I come, you can't hide Gonna find you and take it slowly Gonna find you and make you want me Now that I escape, sleepwalker awake Those who could relate know the world ain't cake Jail bars ain't golden gates Those who fake, they break

La, la, la, la La, la, laa (huh) This that him that's talking shit La, laa, la, laa Oh my god, Ronny Like a Quarter Pounder, I found her She with a boy think it's Ned Flanders She said that, really nice

I got my corner on lockdown About to hold this whole block down Ludacris tell um how the South sound UUH BUDDAH-LAA AH, UH UH UH BUDDAH-LAA UHH BUDDAH-LAA AH uh oh uh oh uh oh Do that funky shit oh Do that funky shit uh Disturbin The Peace, Def Jam South

I feel I'm coming home again In morning dew A glorious scene came through Like war is over now Pure moments of thought In the meaning of love This war is over now Salaam allah alad donia alal'insaan (salute god and bless life and humans)

La la lala laa (la la lala laa), La la lala (la la lala) For all the money in the world. Old memories won't go away I remember them like it was yesterday Bad times never felt so good, can't forget about you man, I never never would. Take a ride with me.

Girl mi haffi tell you, say your body good Mi haffi tell you, say your body good You do some thing, me never know you could Ah mi baby dat, mm hmm She touch a weak spot What a bloodclaat, pum pum fat The world know she hot She balance pon the big fat

Lately, I've been hangin' by myself Fuck 'em all, don't need nobody else (fuck 'em, my dude) Fuck 'em all, mane, throw 'em in the gutter, mane I never trust 'em anyway, I killed their brother, mane (rassclaat) The plug, he keep on bringin' in the mouth

Ah, salaam and good evening to you, worthy friend Please, please, come closer Ah, too close, a little too close There, welcome to Agrabah, city of mystery, of enchantment And the finest merchandise this side of the River Jordan, on sale today Come on

And now a message from Hannibal Buress Blaa, uh, sorry, sorry Aye, mane, I'm fucking with this shit. It's good to listen to a professional rapper for once, but Lil Dicky is a horrible rap name. That's some weird shit; you got grown men having to call you