Woza

With more cheddar I'm much better than the average joe
I sit back and just relax yeah I'm laughing yo'
And if you have to know, you ain't got no Clue
You ain't run my race you ain't paid my dues
Moschino, the Prada them Gucci bags
You prefer Louis "V" nothing wrong with that
Nothing wrong with class
Just stay in control shall a man profit the world and lose his soul
You can't go here, you can't go there
You can't do this, you must beware
No r&b you can't do rap
"But how will you sell records"
I don't care about that
I don't care about the status
Don't care about fame
When you gon' hear this track
You gon' know my name
Representing South Africa JHB
I heard 'em say "this is Mzansi"
Is ya'll ready for me

Are you ready for this?
If you ain't got nothing good to say
Then don't say nothing at all
Coz I ain't got no time to play

By the way thank you to the ones who said I couldn't do it
And thank you to the ones who said "Marlon blew it"
Especially, the ones that said I'd never go through it
It made me work harder, that's because I knew it
I'm ready to rock I'm ready to ride I got the Lord in my corner right here by my side
Coming through coz it's so lovely
You better show me love and you better follow me

But See me I'm on another tip
I know that you're loving it
Now that you discovered it
You gon' run for cover kid
And you gon' tell your brother it's
Marlon with another hit
Radio and video
Straight from the mothership
They calling me the preacher man
Lesson one schools open I'm
Gon' teach 'ya and
Here we go! I'm trying to reach you and...



Credits
Writer(s): Marlon Green
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