Lyrics Blind - SEAN PAGES , Towdeemac

Bring it back old school bring it back Dj Dimplez on the decks,
Now bring it back Bring it back,
Bring it back Towdee Mac on the hook, now bring it back
Bao jela mona Bao jealasetsa Eintlik
Bao tlwaela blind Bare wena ha o tsebe ho jaiva
[Verse 1: L-Tido] Bang jela mona,
I been had hits since '09 Don't compare me to
These kids sies le ntlwaela blind How you mad?
I evolve.
Hommie you on the same old shit I don't like being boxed in ntwana
I'm claustrophobic I ain't going nowhere,
I'm in it for the long run Ntwana chesa,
Bhut madlisa Fuck you rapper go and bow Lame rapper whatchu on 'bout?
O bari ne sat hole bana till you put a
Song out I'm trying to generate some few bucks
It's money over bitches,
I could give two fucks Rappers in their feelings,
Damn ya'll need group hugs Im in love
With loot, you're just in love with Lootlove
Awu step up in the house man Ke ba kenela
Mkhwenyana with the cows,
Man Swagger only on a hunned thousand Don't wanna kill 'em they
Already know who the boss man Strong drinks of course,
Man But don't bring the wrong drinks I want Cognac Before drinks,
I want the coldest cash Before this I might stretch a little flow
With that They can't hold me back Everybody talk about re blometse
Towdee Mac Bare Towdee you the bomb Let em know where you
Are from O ba shape ba se fole black Cause you know these cats
Ga ke le teng go monate akere?
Diwa moer toe, geen tyd for papadi Sweety etla kwano ko bone Ke
Kgathetse ke di ver kyker Eintlik for wena nkare ke vutha setswadi
Nna lwena soos vetcake le mafali Came here this fresh knowing you
Might find me Brought tons of charm cause you're to die for I just
Want to make you my blood diamond Jinda daai moegoe van jou Tla kwano
Ko kenye styling Jinda daai moegoe
Van jou Tlao o vrostane bo ma timing
It's that K1 mfana wa di
Busa See a hater like, what up what it do?
Tell a bad kuthi cut a brother loose I got too many bitches to be
Fucking with the dudes, hayibo Yeah,
Im somewhat of a douche What I got to lose,
I just gotta chuck a deuce Tell her boyfriend,
Knuckle up a move We can all have fun,
Page got a lot of booze I mean, whatchu mean,
You ain't about that I mean,
Who you know in this bitch can rhyme this cray I mean, whatchu mean,
You ain't about that I mean,
You wanna cue for drinks, well that's a punchline ay!!
Ay, first of all, R.
I.
P to the realest You played your part I bet you manje you're with
Jesus It breaks my heart that you're supposed to be on this remix And
As far as I see it,
You're forever the King of Alex Cause you put it on the map Bona,
As time goes I know pelo e tlo fola They know your name down
From Khayelitsha to Zola Im driving with my head out screaming "
Heita Hola!" Fede fede le viki viki I got no doubt Sphithi phithi for
Ishintshi shintshi Im getting mine And real G's put the seats on
Recline Forget things,
Come to my hood if you wanna see nines From sunset to sun up k'dala
S'gudla So keep thinking it's free uzothol' isdudla I've been
All over these streets We're running this Generation – Mfundi Vundla