歌词
(Fritzwa Talking)
We from the city
We gotta go through the gutter to get to where we gotta go
The Subway
Where the rats lay
Don’t be afraid to get dirty baby
Cuz we got’ come out looking clean as a whistle
Arata Shek Wes Pan Me
Arata Shek Wes Pan Me
You’ll neva get my money
Arata Shek Wes Shek Wes Shek Wes Shake Pan Me
(Whatta Bumma)
Cold when you came up
Cold you gave up
wetin you chose
I got taste and a tailor
and real money makers
inside the crew
I make juice and its A1
serve you like a waiter
I might flood the room
I pray Flo Jo
Jo Jo
De La Reese
Cover me
As I make my moves
See thats Great but I’m greater
No lame animator
She flame the tune
When the cub is around
Play bass by the pound
Great your neighbor
on one fine afternoon
I’m not playing till we land from the plane to the Drop Top
Park on the ave with no shame in a Crop Top
Makin' a mega name with more Buratta
Shame when you gain its the same lame Arata
Arata Shek Wes Pan Me
Arata Shek Wes Pan Me
You’ll neva get my money
Arata Shek Wes Shek Wes Shek Wes Shake Pan Me
Cold when you came up
Cold you gave up
Wetin you chose (Repeat)
Written by: Fritswa Baffour, Lorne Morris