High-Life ft. Rexx

High-Life ft. Rexx - Jesse Jagz

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Nna eh Ogbodo ah di tough mehnn to God Business everything di so dull this country ehh Nna ehhh ike guru m here Bar man biko nye ko'mu one more bottle there Inu Ifem nne ku nsi gi nyem more one bottle there More one bottle star jiri oyi biko Ahhhh nna ehh nwanne Obuna e jiri ego na ogbodo etiri eti to God Onwe nwa m'fu today Mu na ya na kpa nno Onye m iru self at all There she goes ehh Only to those that see her there she goes ehh Are you ready to meet her Opportunity she might never come back again Opportunity she might never come here again ehhh K'anyi biri be biri be ndu oo K'anyi biri be biri be ndu oo K'anyi biri be biri be ndu oo K'anyi biri be biri be ndu oo Uhh traffic is jammed at the city exits Sun is going down its ten minutes to six Look where the whole citizens sits your citizenships With a cold bottle of beer and cigarette sticks We talking with nicotine stained lips We smile at the weather no matter how the pain gets The stuck stanched air and the bottles and the air And when the rain falls there gon be puddles everywhere We don't we don't let a thing pass us by And to touch the sky we gon have to fly Am a master I and am satisfied And am walking thru the streets like a passerby As we talk bout now we ain't begging the day Anything that's gon happen its gon happen okay We party with a little liquor that's how we pray Hey the real African way now sway There she goes ehh Only to those that see her there she goes ehh Are you ready to meet her Opportunity she might never come back again Opportunity she might never come here again ehhh K'anyi biri be biri be ndu oo K'anyi biri be biri be ndu oo K'anyi biri be biri be ndu oo K'anyi biri be biri be ndu oo Hey mama can you see the panorama You living the life you a real mama jammer Mama let me see you swim low in your pyjama Hey Botswana Uganda and Ghana Sunlight shoots thru your boots with a dharma I'll make you bear fruits like a farmer mama Sands carry you thru the desert on a larma Aleku salamah you now in the savannah Where you might get a kakyobet like a banana Sun burns more degrees than the Bahamas And If you ever feeling locked up in a punama I'll take you far mama we'll fly to a cabanah Where there's no longer hunger or war and no drama Home is weather hotties is all jana And everything is gold and green and rains mannah This is for my African mama now sway Nnwebe ndidi nnwebe ndidi Nnwe tu obi gi wanne mo Nnwebe ndidi nnwebe ndidi Nnwe tu obi gi wanne mo Gwa mo gwa mo gwa mo gwa mo gwa mo Ige ti nkpu ifu kwa Ife guys nne ri Onwe be Ife ifu o n'ogbu kwa ife guys nne me o Nnwebe ndidi nnwebe ndidi Nnwe tu obi gi wanne mo Nnwebe ndidi nnwebe ndidi Nnwe tu obi gi wanne mo K'anyi biri be biri be ndu oo K'anyi biri be biri be ndu oo nnwebe ndidi K'anyi biri be biri be ndu oo Time no dey time no dey o Time no dey time no dey o Time no dey time no dey o Time no dey time no dey o Opportunity she might never come your way Opportunity she might never come back again ehhh She might never come your way Opportunity she might never come back again ehhh She might never come your way Opportunity she might never come back again ehhh