paroles de chanson America - K'naan
(K′NAAN)
Uh
huh
uh
huh
uh
huh
Oh
this
takes
me
home,
It
makes
me
think
about
sitting
outside
of
my
old
home
when
I
was
younger
and
singing
something
like
[Chorus
I
(with
translation)]
Gabar
yaroo
subhaano
[Young
beautiful
girl]
Maro
shabeelo
hirato
[wearing
tiger-patterned]
Maro
qafiifa
huwato
[light,
thin
clothing]
Maga'aaga
ii
sheeg
[Tell
me
your
name]
Magaeygu
waa
sharaf
[she
says:
My
name
is
Sharaf]
Sharaf
haaji
weeyan
[Sharaf
Haaji,
it
is]
Aqalada
hariirta
[Those
beautiful
houses]
Dhina
baan
ka
jooga
[I
live
beside]
Alla
ya
u
sheega
[Somebody
please
tell
them]
Tinta
u
shanleeya
[give
them
a
clue]
Nahoy
zamzamey
[of
you,
Zamzam]
Sabaah
nuurey
[who
shines
like
the
morning
light]
Adoo
kin
kin
iyo
[like
the
scales]
Kaluun
badaneey
[of
a
colorful
fish]
Adoo
hajka
jira
[while
you
were
gone
on
Hajj]
Xasuus
badaneey
[had
many
memories]
Sahiibtaa
asho
ashaq
baa
dilay
[Your
friend,
Aisha
died
of
love]
Ugu
dambeyntiina
[at
long
last
(I
realized)]
Aniyo
geeluba
[both
I
and
the
camels]
Wa
u
banaanbahnay
[need
love]
[Chorus
II
- x2
(with
translation)]
Wanagii
orodnee
[Remember
us
fleeing]
Nabad
barinee
[searching
for
peace?]
Mareykan
waa
laga
soo
waayay
[3x]
[In
America,
none
was
found]
There
are
certain
things
fresh,
and
certain
things
mesh,
I
got
my
own
sound,
I
don′t
sound
like
the
rest,
And
even
my
attire
and
my
choice
of
dress,
And
not
long
ago
I
don't
spoke
English
The
point
is
police
pull
me
over
a
lot
They
wonder
what
kind
of
rap
sheet
I
got.
And
sometimes
I
take
a
young
girl
out
to
eat,
And
hold
the
door
open,
oh
you're
so
sweet,
Of
course
my
affection′s
super
illustrated
And
I
like
to
give
don′t
reciprocate
it
Unless
you
could
give
me
someone
innovated
And
let's
cook
it
up
we
don′t
refrigerate
it
But
back
to
the
country
of
the
educated
Where
people
get
robbed
and
they
celebrate
it,
[Chorus
II
x2]
(MOS
DEF)
Maraken,
My
country
'tis
of
thee
Sweet
land
for
robberies
Dos
smokin
SUV′s
Red
meat
and
army
greens
Fat
and
frills
Thrills
and
spills
Eat
and
sleep
Hump
and
kill
Shop
'til
you
drop
Work
′til
you
dead
Get
all
you
can
Then
get
in
the
wear
(?)
Outta
my
face
On
your
knees
Sleep
in
the
mansion
Shut
out
the
streets
Make
that
cake
Woop
that
trick
Lick
my
swagger
Suck
my
sick
Get
high
get
low
get
sticky
get
rich
Get
yo'
own
show
get
down
get
quick
You
slow
you
blow
you
broke
get
fixed
Terror
dome,
home
swag
home
Terror
dome,
home
swag
home
Home
swag
home
Home
swag
home
[Repeat
Chorus
II
x2]
(CHALI
2NA)
There
are
some
things
pure
while
certain
things
blur
Dilute
it
with
the
lie
and
you
believe
when
it
occur
Falsified
information
got
my
people
in
the
stir
We
have
to
be
in
search
of
something
equal
to
the
cure
Straight
out
the
door,
I
come
to
give
you
more
Lay
the
law
keep
it
raw,
when
I
speak
it
from
the
core
Get
underneath
your
skin
like
I
scratched
you
with
a
claw
Conflicted
with
the
rich
'cause
I
kick
it
with
the
poor
I
laugh
in
the
face
of
adversity
Sound
clashed
with
the
bass
′cause
it′s
natural
to
me
But
if
you
pay
attention
to
the
past
you
will
see
Not
long
ago
you
black
they'd
hang
your
ass
from
a
tree
Certain
things
change,
while
some
stay
the
same
Some
are
recluse,
others
are
lovers
of
the
game
I′m
trying
to
walk
the
lane,
the
siratul
mustaqim
[Arabic
for
"the
straight
path"]
Instead
of
doing
things
that
keep
you
covered
in
the
flame.
[Repeat
Chorus
II
x2]
Nanananana
that
shit
was
cool
in
English,
but
let
me
get
that
Somali
verse.
[Chorus
I]
1 Wavin' Flag (Coca-Cola Spanish Celebration Mix)
2 ABC's (feat. Chubb Rock)
3 ABC's
4 ABC's - Chubb Rock Version
5 Wavin' Flag (Coca-Cola Spanish Celebration Mix)
6 Wavin' Flag (Coca Cola Celebration mix)
7 Does It Really Matter (Bonus Track)
8 Biscuit
9 America
10 America (feat. Mos Def & Chali 2na)
11 If Rap Gets Jealous
12 I Come Prepared
13 I Come Prepared
14 ABC's (Chubb Rock Version)
15 Bang Bang
16 15 Minutes Away
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