"God Gotta Afro" lyrics
(feat. Karabo yaMorena Choir)
Beads in my hair goin' "Clink, clink, clink"
Pickin' out the fro, dripping afro sheen
Rollers in my crown, crested with the bling, bling
Twelve homies by my side talkin'
Mirian Mereka how I ride for the clique
64 Chevy Chevelle, trunk big on me, thick
Oil wells in my thighs shift on 'em like The Clipse
One come up, other come up, we connected, Black fist
Hand of God wrote the truth, they'on like what it is
In the image, Mother Nature, ho, it is what is
Can't align wit' the liars, oil and water don't mix
Black Madonna, baby momma, yours ain't fine like this
Oh, finger waves, Going in Circles like Isaac
Cocoa butter on me brown skin like my eyes is
This is Godly complexion like me and Kenny rhymin'
Rock the fro like diamonds in it, I'm shining
As we proceed
To shake up your dreams
We done ducked your schemes
We lift our hands and sing
God Gotta Afro
God Gotta Afro
God Gotta Afro
God Gotta Afro
God Gotta Afro
God Gotta Afro
God Gotta Afro
God Gotta Afro
That's twin, dye color jet 1B
Andre Benj, that's prototype OG
Bunch nappy heads, got you blunted on reality
At the vanity with all this vanity
Admiring the makings of me
Ain't I lucky like poetic justice
The way ya jack son from the people of da sun
Da-nu-nu-nu-nu-nu-nu-nu-nu-nu, flight of bumble bee
Know it sting to know the truth, know that God look like me
Brown Sugar, babe
I get high from burning bushes, drinkin' red Kool-Aid
Ya Black, Black, Black, Black, Black
Bunch of fine shit
Look just like my momma's momma's momma's momma's continent
Common sense, like water for chocolate, nag champion
Fro fly like Diana Ross, feeling like Auntie Em
Saying, "Come home, don't get lost up in their images"
You're beautiful, baby, ugh, lookin' like you're God twin
As we proceed
To shake up your dreams
We done ducked your schemes
We lift our hands and sing
God Gotta Afro
God Gotta Afro
God Gotta Afro
God Gotta Afro
God Gotta Afro
God Gotta Afro
God Gotta Afro
God Gotta Afro
Pickin' out the fro, dripping afro sheen
Rollers in my crown, crested with the bling, bling
Twelve homies by my side talkin'
Mirian Mereka how I ride for the clique
64 Chevy Chevelle, trunk big on me, thick
Oil wells in my thighs shift on 'em like The Clipse
One come up, other come up, we connected, Black fist
Hand of God wrote the truth, they'on like what it is
In the image, Mother Nature, ho, it is what is
Can't align wit' the liars, oil and water don't mix
Black Madonna, baby momma, yours ain't fine like this
Oh, finger waves, Going in Circles like Isaac
Cocoa butter on me brown skin like my eyes is
This is Godly complexion like me and Kenny rhymin'
Rock the fro like diamonds in it, I'm shining
As we proceed
To shake up your dreams
We done ducked your schemes
We lift our hands and sing
God Gotta Afro
God Gotta Afro
God Gotta Afro
God Gotta Afro
God Gotta Afro
God Gotta Afro
God Gotta Afro
God Gotta Afro
That's twin, dye color jet 1B
Andre Benj, that's prototype OG
Bunch nappy heads, got you blunted on reality
At the vanity with all this vanity
Admiring the makings of me
Ain't I lucky like poetic justice
The way ya jack son from the people of da sun
Da-nu-nu-nu-nu-nu-nu-nu-nu-nu, flight of bumble bee
Know it sting to know the truth, know that God look like me
Brown Sugar, babe
I get high from burning bushes, drinkin' red Kool-Aid
Ya Black, Black, Black, Black, Black
Bunch of fine shit
Look just like my momma's momma's momma's momma's continent
Common sense, like water for chocolate, nag champion
Fro fly like Diana Ross, feeling like Auntie Em
Saying, "Come home, don't get lost up in their images"
You're beautiful, baby, ugh, lookin' like you're God twin
As we proceed
To shake up your dreams
We done ducked your schemes
We lift our hands and sing
God Gotta Afro
God Gotta Afro
God Gotta Afro
God Gotta Afro
God Gotta Afro
God Gotta Afro
God Gotta Afro
God Gotta Afro
