Now I understand why they call it the sunnyside
This place gives me so much love
Sometimes I feel like I can shumela here
Problem is I ‘m forever glued to my roots
Hustlers, morons and beggars all got one mind
Get something out of something like someone
You always have to watch out when you drive around
Police got their eyes on us during the week
Still got nothing on us
Patiently waiting for the weekend to begin
Once it’s on there’s more money to be made for the big boss
More bitches to be paid and laid
They’d be out in their see-thru mini skirts and tight jeans
You know, kaffirs like us can’t help it
We’ll be out there in the mix flashing cards
You can tell the day just by looking out the window
Left hand a hot chick, the other a cold green bottle
The dwellers are in the good life
Wonder if they still know where they come from
Wonder how long they’ll last
Some don’t even make it till the last song
Cops be outside waiting for you
Y’know how they tax these days
You get caught you pay
These days they are so many you won’t escape
If your rand is low you visit the college
I’m always paid so I got enough change to smooth the situation
These boys can’t resist it when you flash the cash
With all these girls to impress I just can’t miss a step
Let’s go home and nyam that thang
In the town where the sun never sets
To be continued...
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