Don't Need No Job

[Intro] Move your motherfucking… Gotta do what you do do do do do do Move your motherfucking… Gotta do what you do do do do do do do do Kaapstad naaier [Verse 1] Ygen ini plek we in the place bitch House party playing Puffy, Biggy, Mase bitch The same bitch why you always on my case bitch Besides being fat you also under age bitch Get it straight bitch, I’m high trading property on the pussy exchange monopoly And honestly my apologies cause I offend a lot of these vaginas We talk a bit rude excuse, it’s Wynberg that raised me I’m going crazy, finally persuade me Time didn’t change me I’m still a baby Moms had to raise me but then uncage me To fly away safely I’m mostly and mainly in studio we bang beats Fucking with the same freaks Sleep wakey bakey, sweet like a pastry Cuddly and tasty Don’t believe me lady, then come in here and taste me I’m waist deep kinda like Game and Tyrese Got a medie from the hood that’s as reg as Megan Good Leke boude, throw it back till I get a boner Took her to the kamer, left her in a coma The party is practically packed to capacity If you get in with me, you don’t pay entry fee Kaapstad thug life outlaw, it’s been a while since we had a leke house jol Make vol with the ouens whose house it is Because I know a few mense that’s house sitting Faking a funk party like it’s end of the month, making it junk Speakers play till it bars Neighbours say it’s too much noise, they knocking on the wall They just kwaad cause they never got invited to the jol Calling the police but we not going to jail I just said their invitation got lost in the mail now... [Chorus] (Dance, dance) Move your motherfucking… (You’ve got to keep on...Dance) You gotta do what you do do do do do do Keep on (Dance) Keep on (Dance) Move your motherfucking… (You’ve got to keep on...Dance) Gotta do what you do do do do do do do do [Verse 2] Young Loon Taliboom and you know we live Kom binne this spot is looking dope inside House number 007 like goldeneye Kaapstad naaier, that’s who it’s hosted by It’s not a birthday party, so there’s no surprise I’ve never dropped a disco ball I just throw it high Going to the backyard that’s the smoker’s side And I don’t need yours bru I got my own supply We do this all the time, creating a party vibe Wave your hands in the air let me feel the atmosphere And even when the winter’s here we make the summer rise I’m not even that much of a social butterfly But my cocoon is the boom boom room Smoking boom with Maloon and some CPT goons Make the kinnes get wet till our fingers turn prune And she rained down on me like it’s Kaapstad in June I wanna rock right now I know how crazy this next part might sound But I need a chick that’s large and thick playing with my hockey stick Then she do the splits as a part of my party trick No hands, do it with no pants Gangsters in the plek but you know they don’t dance I just keep them around so you know we be hard All arms we don’t need no security guards We just do it with the family, it makes them all happy Everybody dancing, karaoke [?] I took her to the old school battles in the place Marinate the vleis binne in the kombuis Making ouens pop lock drop like it’s hopscotch More mense steeking uit and all you hear is knock knock It’s a fiesta we playing R-Kelly in my brand new tekkies oh yes we came here to... [Chorus] (Dance, dance) Move your motherfucking… (You’ve got to keep on...Dance) You gotta do what you do do do do do do Keep on (Dance) Keep on (Dance) Move your motherfucking… (You’ve got to keep on...Dance) Gotta do what you do do do do do do do do