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Sindiang Lyrics by Kaoma Kaoma
Below, you will find the lyrics for Sindiang by Kaoma.
Tell me how you like it
Right about now i know y'all diggin this, so just
Turn up, your radio wherever you at
We about to bring it
This is wyclef jean up here
With canibus workin the night shift
Yo, we want all the ladies to put your hands in the air
And sing this song with us
Yo, r. kelly, ya ready? come on
Now everytime i make a run
Girl, you turn around and cry
I ask myself why why
See you've got to understand
I can't work a nine to five
So i'll be gone... til november
Tell me say michelle, my belle
Yo i'll be gone til november
Standin on the block where the spot get hot, selling rocks
Guaranteed to get set up, by crooked cop
Michelle, my belle
I know it's wrong, i wrote this rap song
Forgive me when i'm gone, me and canibus
We workin the night shift, shift, shift
I got it made, hey last word from the hustler
Hey, young 'clef, take care of your mother
Looked at him and replied, 'yo, daddy where you goin?'
He said, 'to baltimore,' he'll be back in the mornin
Gave my mom a hug for her soul when she cry
'every man want heaven, no man want die'
Vanished through the door, all i saw was his shadow
Heard mom echo, 'i don't wanna be a widow'
That's when i realized, death was ahead
Old man pulled off, in a black caravan
With some dark skinned brothers who looked sicilian
Singing karma karma karma karma karma cha-me-leon
Yeah, yeah, check it, can't stop the shinin
You wanna stop the shinin? no doubt
Everytime i make a run
Girl, you turn around and cry
I ask myself why, why
See you must understand
I can't work a nine to five
So i'll be gone, til november
Tell me say michelle, my belle
Yo, i'll be gone til november
Standing on the block where the spot get hot selling rocks
Guaranteed to get set up by a crooked cop
Tell me say michelle, my belle
I know it's wrong, i wrote this rap song
Forgive me when i'm gone, me and canibus
We workin the night shift, shift, shift
Me and 'clef, we ready to get it on, the three and a half pound
Organ imbedded in our skulls is what makes us better than y'all
I'm telling you god, ain't nobody reppin this hard since genghis khan
We raise hell til the heavens fall
Me and my fugee affiliates buildin, wit plans to make millions
Over a quiet game of billiards
Black sicilians, the descendants of west indian pilgrims
With the power to collapse buildings
Riding across the ocean floor like poseidon on a seahorse
To reach our overseas tours
By the middle of march, when the pregnancy starts
In my lady's placenta, i'll be gone 'till november
Now everytime i make a run
Girl, you turn around and cry
I ask myself why, why
See you've got to understand
I can't work a nine to five
So i'll be gone, til november
Tell me say michelle, my belle
Yo i'll be gone til november
Standin on the block where the spot get hot, selling rocks
Guaranteed to get set up by a crooked cop
Michelle, my belle
I know it's wrong, i wrote this rap song
Forgive me when i'm gone, me and canibus
We workin the night shift, shift, shift
S-o, s-o
So-so, so-so
You gave the feds more info than sammy 'the bull' gravano
Jeremiah wore the wire, snitch on zachariah
In return the feds offer the throne to neb'kenezer
Trust me, you don't wanna be the one we bring it to
Our lyrical, can make your rap careers real miserable
You ain't invincible all we gotta do is get pissed at you
Point you out to some people that'll physically injure you
It's like lord, take this ass whippin some more
Like jay-z, 'pa-pa's,' someone pass the guaze
Now everytime i make a run
Girl, you turn around and cry
I ask myself why, why
See you've got to understand
I can't work a 9 to 5
So i'll be gone, til november
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