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hip hop pantsula - nkatumela lyrics

[verse 1]
ke twenty to eleven, i’m tipsy
clutching this honey, bare ke lenzy
bold old dress drap the hips
jeweled up like gypsy
fussy like ngwanyana a spana cl!cks
cursing ngwana bugging after drinks
re kgobola whisky
and things be getting out of hand
we hit the back, whistle up a cab (hit the gas please)
where were we?
some where in the burbs at a lodge type of place
ko go senang ko taverneng le makgosha
re le moja, got into it
[?]
next day she treats me like i forced her to get the d#ck
she got dressed quick, took her shoes, lipstick
called a cab, babe left the building in a flash
ke re, my phone le wallet di nyeletse
ka mo manager ya plek are ke kenetse
luckily, i used the internet to pay the debt
guess what you put in is what you get
ha o mpona o sa…

[chorus]
nkatumela, nkatumela (please, ha o mpona o sa…)
nkatumela, nkatumela (eish, one time, ha o mpona o sa… )
nkatumela, nkatumela (sa nkatumela)
nkatumela, nkatumela (tell the people o sa…)
nkatumela, nkatumela (eish, wa bona, eish)
nkatumela, nkatumela

[verse 1]
go fete dikhwedinyana, strolling le wifey re le babedinyana
break#nyana, doing those sunday things le baby mamma
picking flowers, looking at different houses for many hours
lost in the moment like the world is ours
suddenly ho jeep pack with this family
an elderly white man ka skipper that’s written “germany”
little three year old son that’s looking colouredy and lovely
black skin hun stepped out the other seat
o jele mazaz’, dibraid, o kentse jaas she [?]
she looked at us like madam looking at mate
she does something that will later [?]
took off her shades it was then i caught glimpse of her eyes
i recognised her, she looked like someone i met ko knysna
she looked like mpitj’ ya minaeza
that’s when it hit me gore, this little hlubi look#alike is that same booty e njeleng ka psych
d#mn, a sa…

[verse 3]
so anyway, ke after hours, ke ko studiong
just recorded something le pj powers
now re mo dijong, check my celly phone
got a message from mosadi o
kopa gore ke jinde what i’m doing and hurry home
one minute, i was gone, driving down [?] like i’m an ambulance
speed cameras flashing the evidence
i get mo jaareteng, and parked mo garageng
i rushed mo tlung and find wifey mo passageng
i asked her “keng babe?” like “what’s up, a ngwana o sharp?”
a busa potso ka warm clap right across my face
i was dazed in d#mn shock
just before ke bua, she threw at me this anvlopo
mo teng was my wallet le phone ya khale
le lekwalo le lekwetsweng, nkase go lebale
she sealed the letter with a kiss on the back
and turned to wifey, yena a mphara ka bag
are “please, o sa…”

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