"Ola - Foreign Friend" lyrics
[Part I. OLA]
They call me "a ruler", trend setter, making life feel better
Breaking order like a leader now follow
Popping a collar, yea hustle a dollar
You can't touch us like MC Hammer
Eat my mum's string hoppers, jump in the chopper
Yea, chop up a mango with salt and pepper
Holla, holla, holla, true scholar with the nona
And I'm here to shine the light on the matter
At the border I see the patroller, cruising past in their car
Creeping in my socks and slipper, Mexicans say, "Hola!"
At the border I see the patroller, cruising past in their car
Hiding in my Toyota Corolla, everybody say, "Y.A.L.A.!"
Nants ingonyama bagithi—
Baller, a baller, got a friend called Burma
And he looks at Obama when we burner
Turtleneck and bomber, it's a Bamboo Banga
And you know I'm coming back with power
Yea '64 Impala, Hummer or Toyota
When I drive in I'm a winner
Whatever I'mma rap got fuel in the burner
Off the grid, staying off the radar
At the border I see the patroller cruising past in their car
Creeping in my socks and slipper, Mexicans say, "Hola!"
At the border I see the patroller cruising past in their car
Hiding in my Toyota Corolla, everybody say, "Y.A.L.A.!"
Nants ingonyama bagithi—
Yeah, shoot at a shooter, yeah, shoot a computer (bang)
Pour yourself a shot of tequilla
Time for a banger, throw up your middle finger
I'm a writer competition we gon' murder
I'm a fighter and a lover like winter and summer
I ain't really looking for no drama
At the border I see the patroller cruising past in their car
Creeping in my socks and slipper, Mexicans say, "Hola!"
At the border I see the patroller cruising past in their car
Hiding in my Toyota Corolla, everybody say, "Y.A.L.A.!"
Nants ingonyama bagithi—
Most of the things I do, they banned it
But I'mma still do it, I'm a bandit
I'mma still, I'mma still, I'mma still, I'mma still
But I'mma still do it, I'm a bandit
Most of the things I do, they banned it
But I'mma still do it, I'm a bandit
I'mma still, I'mma still, I'mma still, I'mma still
But I'mma still do it, I'm a bandit
Bandit, bandit, ban-bandit
Ban-ban, bandit, ban-bandit
Ban-ban, bandit, ban-bandit
Ban-ban, bandit, ban-bandit
[Part II. Foreign Friend]
Get a house pay rent, your help is God-sent
Better tell somebody, women and men
Don't be ignorant, when I'm on ten
Better tell somebody I'm a immigrant
When I jumped out fence, I go and get offense
Then I leave my tent and I gon' be your foreign friend
And I gon', and I gon', and I, and I gon' go
And I gon', and I gon' go, and I gon'
And I, and I gon', and I, and I gon'
And I gon' be your foreign friend
And I gon', and I gon', and I, and I gon' go
And I gon', and I gon' go, and I gon'
Then I leave my tent and I gon' be your foreign friend
I'd much rather stay in a hot country
We come to cold countries 'cause we have to
But I like it hot
When I jumped out fence, I go and get offense
Then I leave my tent and I gon' be your foreign friend
They call me "a ruler", trend setter, making life feel better
Breaking order like a leader now follow
Popping a collar, yea hustle a dollar
You can't touch us like MC Hammer
Eat my mum's string hoppers, jump in the chopper
Yea, chop up a mango with salt and pepper
Holla, holla, holla, true scholar with the nona
And I'm here to shine the light on the matter
At the border I see the patroller, cruising past in their car
Creeping in my socks and slipper, Mexicans say, "Hola!"
At the border I see the patroller, cruising past in their car
Hiding in my Toyota Corolla, everybody say, "Y.A.L.A.!"
Nants ingonyama bagithi—
Baller, a baller, got a friend called Burma
And he looks at Obama when we burner
Turtleneck and bomber, it's a Bamboo Banga
And you know I'm coming back with power
Yea '64 Impala, Hummer or Toyota
When I drive in I'm a winner
Whatever I'mma rap got fuel in the burner
Off the grid, staying off the radar
At the border I see the patroller cruising past in their car
Creeping in my socks and slipper, Mexicans say, "Hola!"
At the border I see the patroller cruising past in their car
Hiding in my Toyota Corolla, everybody say, "Y.A.L.A.!"
Nants ingonyama bagithi—
Yeah, shoot at a shooter, yeah, shoot a computer (bang)
Pour yourself a shot of tequilla
Time for a banger, throw up your middle finger
I'm a writer competition we gon' murder
I'm a fighter and a lover like winter and summer
I ain't really looking for no drama
At the border I see the patroller cruising past in their car
Creeping in my socks and slipper, Mexicans say, "Hola!"
At the border I see the patroller cruising past in their car
Hiding in my Toyota Corolla, everybody say, "Y.A.L.A.!"
Nants ingonyama bagithi—
Most of the things I do, they banned it
But I'mma still do it, I'm a bandit
I'mma still, I'mma still, I'mma still, I'mma still
But I'mma still do it, I'm a bandit
Most of the things I do, they banned it
But I'mma still do it, I'm a bandit
I'mma still, I'mma still, I'mma still, I'mma still
But I'mma still do it, I'm a bandit
Bandit, bandit, ban-bandit
Ban-ban, bandit, ban-bandit
Ban-ban, bandit, ban-bandit
Ban-ban, bandit, ban-bandit
[Part II. Foreign Friend]
Get a house pay rent, your help is God-sent
Better tell somebody, women and men
Don't be ignorant, when I'm on ten
Better tell somebody I'm a immigrant
When I jumped out fence, I go and get offense
Then I leave my tent and I gon' be your foreign friend
And I gon', and I gon', and I, and I gon' go
And I gon', and I gon' go, and I gon'
And I, and I gon', and I, and I gon'
And I gon' be your foreign friend
And I gon', and I gon', and I, and I gon' go
And I gon', and I gon' go, and I gon'
Then I leave my tent and I gon' be your foreign friend
I'd much rather stay in a hot country
We come to cold countries 'cause we have to
But I like it hot
When I jumped out fence, I go and get offense
Then I leave my tent and I gon' be your foreign friend
