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Tia (Tia) · Better [Knaan] (Off the Record)


Tupac, or Bob Marley, Lucky Dube. 
So we don't really give a fuck about your groupies 
This Is Africa, Hooray. 

T.I.A. 
(Hooray) 
T.I.A. 
(Hooray)
Little children say K'naan (Bumaye ?)
The rap game just got itself a new day
This is Africa, Hooray.

T.I.A. 
(Hooray)
T.I.A.
(Hooray)
T.I.A.
(Hooray)
It
Tupac, or Bob Marley, Lucky Dube. 
So we don't really give a fuck about your groupies 
This Is Africa, Hooray. 

T.I.A. 
(Hooray) 
T.I.A. 
(Hooray)
Wale and K'naan they don't know is they're radio 
How the hell did they fit the TV in the radio

They told me go in, no problem I'mma go in 
And shy
Torturaba a los gaticos
De mi tía Bernardina,
Le pegaba a los niñitos
De la comadre Leonor.
Ya entrado en los 15
Escupía why maldecía,
Me hundía en
and sympathy
Dear mama, you helped me write this, by showing me to give is priceless

And any man who knows a thing knows, he knows not a damn, damn thing at all
don't want no straya
My sweet senorita
My tia Mira
I not a heart-breaka
I am a love maka
I'm not from Mexico
I am from Jamaica

Who is that
(Darrell Scott/Tia Sillers)

She said I'm not pointing fingers
And he said yes you are
'Cause you wouldn't bring it up if you weren't
If I told
of guns, more money up in that shit
Taz Arnold TI$A, Jeremy Scott Adidas
Maison Martin Margiella, three strap sneakers
Riding with a feature, student
trigga
Yuh know di consequence and Jamaican a deliva
Drive by plus one a dem go stick inna yuh liva
Jennifer mi go hear har seh yuh tek Melissa n***a
'em some prayers and sympathy

Dear mama, you helped me write this
By showing me to give is priceless

And any man who knows a thing knows
He
wrote this song)
I, I, I did you wrong (But I ain't done yet, listen)

I know this dame by the name of Susie
Always in my ear like she ain't no
she's gonna have a fit
You're the candy apple of her eye and bout to get bit
Here's what you do, you
Grab her by her neck, throw her on the wall
Say,
her way with you she's gonna have a fit
You're the candy apple of her eye and bout to get bit
Here's what you do -- you
Grab her by her neck, throw
red dress on)
Outa dat o-zo-mobile!
(tell me what I say)
Hafta go ta tia-juana now!
(I don't have it)
He should go to brown moses,
Way down in
anything with ass that walk by
Yeah you love her, yeah you hug her and you kiss her
She dome me up, she give me face like some whiskers
Tia’s and Tamera’s, I
[Verse 1: Mannie Fresh]
This is for Deshawn, Eshlawn, Lil Mama, an her friends
Lisa, Teresa, Maria, Tia, Lia and Kim
I love y'all broads, no
This is for Deshawn, Eshlawn, Lil Mama, an her friends
Lisa, Teresa, Maria, Tia, Lia and Kim
I love y'all broads, no disrespect to my dogs
But I
I know you heard the terms chicks are like cars, 
Well I treat bitches like drinks, 
When I step in the club and by out tha bar, 
So let me quench
the terms chicks are like cars, 
Well I treat bitches like drinks, 
When I step in the club and by out tha bar, 
So let me quench my thirst wit you