歌词
[Verse 1]
1991 when everything began
And I came out the womb kicking, screaming
Moved in Wittebomme suburb where they drug-dealing
I got lots of brasse looking at the prison ceiling
This is not emotion, no, so do not koppel feelings
Everyone has a story, so who the hell cares?
I was fresh prince but I didn't live in Bel-Air
Used to make me spikes, yes, I tried to gel hair
Started selling Nikes, sieka had like twelve pairs
Are you gonna tell me I'm a fake and I'm a fraud?
When you know the pen is much more mighty than the sword
I dont pop no mollies, I dont rock no Tom Ford
I just do karate on the mic, I'm Jean-Claude
They tell me I should be on Snapchat, I should tweet more
The problem is im on the corner with the street lords
They ask who I am and I say I'm Rick James
Right before I really wys them what's my nickname
[Verse 2]
I'm Yaatie Yaatie
You know he's a laanie
Probably know your sister and your taanie
My bru, his name Yaatie Yaatie
You know he's a laanie
Go ask the taxi drivers and the gaatjies
They say they know Yaatie Yaatie
You know he's a laanie
Probably know your sister and your taanie
My bru, his name Yaatie Yaatie
You know he's a laanie
Go ask the taxi drivers and the gaatjies
They say they know Yaatie
[Verse 3]
Grandma gave me coins, I put it in the moneybox
Saved a couple pennies, spent it at the babi-shop
I found out they stabbed him and my body felt a shock
I realised these aren't fairy tales and Goldilocks
Six years old in Ocean View I got the chicken pox
Brasse broke into my house, they good at picking locks
Music permi playing you could hear the boom-box
A naughty little laatie just like Riley Boondocks
I had a crazy life, if I think and backtrack
My uncle was a skelem he was smoking mandrax
When he walked in, everybody used to stand back
He grew up in the ghetto, breakfast wasn't flapjacks
I just wanna show you who was in my family tree
I had two good parents, one of them was absentee
My daddy passed away and so I'm saying "RIP"
My mommy hates this name, but I have to disagree
[Verse 4]
I'm Yaatie Yaatie
You know he's a laanie
Probably know your sister and your taanie
My bru, his name Yaatie Yaatie
You know he's a laanie
Go ask the taxi drivers and the gaatjies
They say they know Yaatie Yaatie
You know he's a laanie
Probably know your sister and your taanie
My bru, his name Yaatie Yaatie
You know he's a laanie
Go ask the taxi drivers and the gaatjies
They say they know Yaatie
[Verse 5]
Riyadh
Riyadh
Riyadh
Riyadh
Riyadh
My bru, his name Yaatie Yaatie
You he's a laanie
Probably know your sister and your tannie
My bru, his name Yaatie
Written by: Jovan Fourie, Riyadh Roberts

