The Running Of The Bulls

[Prelude: Kabelo Moremi]
Ah he sware, sochong kamo utlwa maglera and hake tlale
Ore o italy mare ha bue taal
Italy e tshwere Vandas le [?] e fapane le potchugal
Fede kamo utlwa wa le juta ka skgowa nyana sa dibuka
Ntse le tonosa lamo thusa hore a le tshelle thupa
Haii

[Intro: Maglera Doe Boy]
Yeah
Yeah (Drenching)
Yeah (Drenching)
Yeah yeah

[Verse 1: Maglera Doe Boy]
Dripped out, yeah, a young niggas drenchin'
Fresh out fetsa feta the trenches
King Khan Mama nkate Mulan
Rich Sqekеwa, do they see the design?
Whеn I get to the entrance
Ten thou', power level horrendous
Super Saiyana ntanga Broly, I told 'em I’m top the totem Quetzalcoatl, I’m God
Out the field niggas watched from the fences
In the field niggas movin offensive
How it feel? Come from the real
This Ali Baba in Alkebulan
40 crooks, haba gole modende
40 crooks, ain’t nobody a henchman (Hhhhrrrr)
Puma butter no rama, I need a Lama
I was just with Somnyama
Hotse le Nongoloza nkeleketjane, mara nna ke skhotane
Jikejela the mphala, ayy my pah, nxaza tsena ha di tswane
Jikijela the mpahla, ayy my pah, ena ke e starchitse maobane
I was just with little mama, shaya the lamza before ke jika ko bama
In the block I’m Obama, tsena ka ndawo, nkate Monte Carlo
Alexander Dumas we in Monte Christro, nigga this is vengeance
I came up with my cons and weighed all my cons I’m Khan, nigga this is Gengis

[Chorus: Maglera Doe Boy]
Move
Move
Move!
(Till we tear this motherfuckin'-)
Roof
Troops, achuz
(Couple dollies and ba hlanya ka the-)
Amigos, majimbos
Straata, zaka all we know
Since bambinos, banditos
Straata, zaka all we know

[Post-Chorus: Maglera Doe Boy]
Dripped out, yeah, a young nigga drenchin'
Whips out, brody whippin' the Bentley
Freaks out, bana bana ba plenty
Freaks out, bana bana ba friendly
Hake hlolwe ke semti
Street kids, ne re topa ma empty
Street kids, harre fitla re twenty (You know I don't like to do that)

[Refrain: Maglera Doe Boy]
Fresh out ne re fufisa fenty
Fresh out ntjaka o dcogile o Brentwood
Fetsa lwana le my friende ko corneng o buwa nywana so I said "Sala Benchod"
Ema pel you ain’t chill with the pest
9 memeza pointed straight at your chest
Niggas played chess with the OGs this is theft

[Verse 2: 25]
I was playin' chess with my OG
Told him "Check mate" and he laughed
We want smoke 'cause re tsuba gas
He ese HQ, kemo loja
Thot bitch, komo dodger
42 thousand ranta for kota
Tswara ntjaka sabona henkao rekela sphalho, osebe ware ke kota
Ke tomile rapper ka 2009
Ke opper le omong wao lwela di 9
Di pine ke mixer ka pint
Ke vibe, on sight
Tlako botse hore ho rapper so ho tomile kae
Ke nale ho hopola ngwana Moswana
Nakwe a recorder lebo Mujava
Bailo senya hebang nfa SAMA
Tswara snow deep tsena flaga
Real plugger aka claimer straata
Hono shorta badge hore obe lehata
Kare wa bontsa hore di ko kae
On a bad week, rira bokae? (Cash)
Fetsa ho kera ko Lud
501, ke group (Gang)
Real life ke stugu
Big stepper ake stooge

[Chorus: Maglera Doe Boy]
Move
Move
Move!
(Till we tear this motherfuckin'-)
Roof
Troops, achuz
(Couple dollies and ba hlanya ka the-)
Amigos, majimbos
Straata, zaka all we know
Since bambinos, banditos
Straata, zaka all we know