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Lyrics



Youngsta CPT - Cape Of Good Hope Lyrics





verse 1
I'm coming straight out of Cape Town
A crazy motherfucker called Youngsta
Van die South Side
Dis nog Wineburg op my kante
I had toys but I always played outdoors
Community chess carnival may not know
If you remember that time
Then you know how the game goes
Nowadays owens sell drugs in the main road
Looking out for the white man in the blue van
Two rand a bag
I got you , you by the fruit stand
Sending money to ? this isn't Pollsmoor
Shamille is also there, he gave me a phone called
And this is Kaap Staad, we living the thug life
Burning train carriages, because of the bus strike
I suggest you join us because you can't beat us
Defeat us, rather get the parcel at Aneesa's
And eat up, tik bakkies never get cleaned up
Drive-bys happen in Fords and V-dubs

chorus
We got women, weed weather
What could be better
You know how we roll, how we roll
How we roll, how we roll
We got gangs, tats, flats
Afrikaans raps
And you know how we roll
How we roll, how we roll
In the Cape of good
Hope hope hope hope hope hope
In the Cape of good
Hope hope hope hope hope hope
In the Cape of good
Hope hope hope hope hope hope
In the Cape of good
Hope hope hope hope hope hope

verse 2
Welcome to the Cape of Good Hope
Call it Skoliewood
Riard Roberts robbing from the rich
Call him Ribin Hood
Colonialism shook us
We got off to a rocky start
Now we building empires and calling it Grossy Park
I never seen democracy
?
Salute to Mark Lottering but this isn't a comedy
Sorry if it's harsh but we all have an opinion
I'm being aggressive for Ashley Williams and Tylie Peterson
Why general CPT on my dog tags
Mitchels Plain and Parkwood
Salute to my comrads
I was on the front line
You were still on facetime
Careful for the taxi wars and bodies on the train line
Reality raps, this is not for entertainment
Preaching ghetto gospel
You can call me bishop Layverse
Ca I gt an amen from the congregation
This ins the Y generation declaration

chorus

Oh no, it's Cape of good Hope
It's the inspiration for poems
You can check my area code, it's my home
Oh no, sixteen shots to your dome
Oh yes we're packed to the bone
No it's not the city of gold, it's my home

In the Cape of good
Hope hope hope hope hope hope
In the Cape of good
Hope hope hope hope hope hope
In the Cape of good
Hope hope hope hope hope hope
In the Cape of good
Hope hope hope hope hope hope