(K'Naan)
uh huh uh huh uh huh
oh this takes me home,
it makes me think about sitting outside of my old home when i was younger and singing something like
gabar yaroo subhaano
maro shabeelo hirato
maro qafiifa huwato
maga'aaga ii sheeg
magaeygu waa sharaf
sharaf haaji weeyan
aqalada hariirta
dhina baan ka jooga
alla ya u sheega
tinta u shanleeya
nahoy zamzamey
sabaah nuurey
adoo kin kin iyo
kaluun badaneey
adoo hajka jira
xasuus badaneey
sahiibtaa asho ashaq baa dilay
ugu dambeyntiina
aniyo geeluba
wa u banaanbahnay
wanagii orodnee
nabad barinee
mareykan waa laga soo waayay(3x)
There are certain things fresh,
and certain things mesh,
I got my own sound i dont sound like the rest,
and even my attire and my choice of dress,
and not long ago i don't spoke English
my point is police pull me over a lot
they wonder what kind of rap sheet i got.
and sometimes i take a young girl out to eat,
and hold the door open oh your so sweet,
of course my affection's super illustrated
and i like to give don't reciprocate it
unless you could give me someone innovated
well lets cook it up we dont refrigerate it
but back to the country of the educated
where people get robbed and they celebrate it,
wanagii orodnee
nabad barinee
mareykan waa laga soo waayay(3x)
(MOS DEF)
Maraken,
my country tis of thee
sweet land for robberies
dos smokin SUV's
grab me an army green
fat and frills
thrills and spills
eat and sleep
hump and kill
shop til you drop
work til you dead
get all you can
then get in the wear
outta my face
on your knees
sleep in the mansion
shut out the streets
make that cake
woop that trick
lick my swagger
suck my sick
get high get low get stcky get rich
get yo own show get down get quick
you slow you blow you broke your fix
terror dome, home swag home
terror dome, home swag home
home swag home
home swag home
(K'Naan)
wanagii orodnee
nabad barinee
mareykan waa laga soo waayay(3x)
(CHALI 2NA)
There are some things pure while certain things blur
dilute it with the lie and you believe when it occur
falsified information got my people in the stir
we have to be in search of something equal to the cure
straight out the door, i come to give you more
lay the law keep it raw, when i speak it from the core
get underneath your skin like especially with the claw
conflicted with the rich cuz i kick it with the poor
i laugh in the face of adversity
sound clashed with the bass cuz its natural to me
but if you pay attention to the past you will see
not long ago you black they'd hang your a** from a tree
certain things things change, while some stay the same
some are recluse others are lovers of the game
I'm trying to walk the lane,the siratul mustaqim (Arabic for 'the straight path') was the cane
instead of doing things they keep you covered in the flame.
(K'Naan)
wanagii orodnee
nabad barinee
mareykan waa laga soo waayay(3x)
Nanananana that s*** was cool in English, but let me get that Somali verse.
(Verse 1 - Somali until fade out)
uh huh uh huh uh huh
oh this takes me home,
it makes me think about sitting outside of my old home when i was younger and singing something like
gabar yaroo subhaano
maro shabeelo hirato
maro qafiifa huwato
maga'aaga ii sheeg
magaeygu waa sharaf
sharaf haaji weeyan
aqalada hariirta
dhina baan ka jooga
alla ya u sheega
tinta u shanleeya
nahoy zamzamey
sabaah nuurey
adoo kin kin iyo
kaluun badaneey
adoo hajka jira
xasuus badaneey
sahiibtaa asho ashaq baa dilay
ugu dambeyntiina
aniyo geeluba
wa u banaanbahnay
wanagii orodnee
nabad barinee
mareykan waa laga soo waayay(3x)
There are certain things fresh,
and certain things mesh,
I got my own sound i dont sound like the rest,
and even my attire and my choice of dress,
and not long ago i don't spoke English
my point is police pull me over a lot
they wonder what kind of rap sheet i got.
and sometimes i take a young girl out to eat,
and hold the door open oh your so sweet,
of course my affection's super illustrated
and i like to give don't reciprocate it
unless you could give me someone innovated
well lets cook it up we dont refrigerate it
but back to the country of the educated
where people get robbed and they celebrate it,
wanagii orodnee
nabad barinee
mareykan waa laga soo waayay(3x)
(MOS DEF)
Maraken,
my country tis of thee
sweet land for robberies
dos smokin SUV's
grab me an army green
fat and frills
thrills and spills
eat and sleep
hump and kill
shop til you drop
work til you dead
get all you can
then get in the wear
outta my face
on your knees
sleep in the mansion
shut out the streets
make that cake
woop that trick
lick my swagger
suck my sick
get high get low get stcky get rich
get yo own show get down get quick
you slow you blow you broke your fix
terror dome, home swag home
terror dome, home swag home
home swag home
home swag home
(K'Naan)
wanagii orodnee
nabad barinee
mareykan waa laga soo waayay(3x)
(CHALI 2NA)
There are some things pure while certain things blur
dilute it with the lie and you believe when it occur
falsified information got my people in the stir
we have to be in search of something equal to the cure
straight out the door, i come to give you more
lay the law keep it raw, when i speak it from the core
get underneath your skin like especially with the claw
conflicted with the rich cuz i kick it with the poor
i laugh in the face of adversity
sound clashed with the bass cuz its natural to me
but if you pay attention to the past you will see
not long ago you black they'd hang your a** from a tree
certain things things change, while some stay the same
some are recluse others are lovers of the game
I'm trying to walk the lane,the siratul mustaqim (Arabic for 'the straight path') was the cane
instead of doing things they keep you covered in the flame.
(K'Naan)
wanagii orodnee
nabad barinee
mareykan waa laga soo waayay(3x)
Nanananana that s*** was cool in English, but let me get that Somali verse.
(Verse 1 - Somali until fade out)