Lyrics:
Tuko na Mathenge Refix by Alex Mathenge
Matata! Matata!
Hiyo iko sawa? Ama utacut na u snip?
Okay, Sawa?
Intro:
Tuko na Mathenge, Thengee, Thengee,
are being a bother
Live for now don't dwell on the past
Mario bros we're getting super smashed
Headphones in
Walkman on
Hey Ya by Outkast
I wish I
higher
Call me Wavy Trenchkid
Hey Wavy Tk mix it baby
Bi mosenlo baba ma shomi
Iwo lolu sho agutan mi
One man mopol no get mummy
I go blow o wonma momi
I
(hey, baby)
Love it when you call me by my middle name, it's different (oh, really?)
Penthouse on the thirtieth floor, I need some distance
Bring me
pockets so deep
My bank is full of Os, you niggas owe me
I blow it by the O, I put the "O" in "OG"
(Put the "O" in "OG")
Baby, tell me what the business is
Yea
(that it's not the same song)
Uh
Don't look down
Not at all
Yea
Baby said she liked me off top
Said that she was turned on by my walk
I
water
Wey dem master take dey shaiye
Liquor na water
Make you use to suplus eh
Overdose dey worry me
Orogbo ati ata leni mo poopo
Na my personal mix eh
the whole damn party mix
I'm the chick that doesn't seem all too classy
You can't party with me but you can kiss my
[Chorus]
Hey Grandmaster 5 that
the whole damn party mix
I'm the chick that doesn't seem all too classy
You can't party with me but you can kiss my *Whistle*
[Chorus]
Hey Grandmaster
Hey 1-2-3, everybody feel free
Hey 4-5-6, move on straight to the mix
Hey 7-8-9, let's do it one more time
Hey ready-set-go, the beat will never
[Fabolous]
Tryin' to show you somethin', shorty
Hey, baby girl, they say the world is a beautiful place, that's right
I'm tryin' to help you open
down to the city
let them know we alright
Hey, I wanna see you hear all night
forget what I did baby its in the past
we can fly to see the game in
babysitter want my penis more
Baby Clyde tryna mix it up
Put the beat into a Cuisinart
She don't like white rappers
I said me neither I fast forward to Chris's
I hear voices in my head saying its gone be ok
I just pray I make it through the day hey
I hear voices in my head saying its gone be alright
I just
high-heeled shoes with a blunt in her mouth
Ready to roll up, hey hold up, she had the dollar fold up
To mix the coke with the smoke, yo, she was no joke
She
braid tighter than a fool
She put me right to sleep, but wake me when I snooze
Call my, Indian boo mix with Jamaican and Jew, baby
It's dinner for two,
Jurrasic 5 Together
Hey yo my quality control, captivates your party patrol
Your mind, body, and soul
For whom the bell tolls, let the rhythm
(Damn, Clemsy, you snapped on this one)
Hey
(Pablo, you crazy for this motherfucker)
Hey, hey
I just get the bread, the green, the cheese
shit, it'd be like drama (yeah)
And you might get tripped on by my baby mama (hey mac)
So do what I tell you and everything'll be alright
You're cute
the start, Thought was down by law for you
Used to hit up every corner store wall for you
We ripped shit and kept it hardcore for you
I remember late
the start, Thought was down by law for you
Used to hit up every corner store wall for you
We ripped shit and kept it hardcore for you
I remember late
[S.X.] Alright I'ma get some ? and all that
Chorus: cool Keith, Sadat X
[Keith] Static we bring trouble to your right side
[Sadat] Hey
this I know for certain… that I deserve it...
The fast cars and the VVS baguettes I know I'm more than worth it
Different substances yeah baby I mix it
chill, chill
Hold up
Aww shit, oh shit
Guy look who that is
Look who rolled up in this piece
Peace y'all
Word up, brooklyn everyday
Hey yo yo, lets do
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