Song Lyrics
Africa is na motherland, kingsley agbe sef dey for here, now you are down
That na liberia mafia for nigeria, repeat till fade, what he go go waja
They lock am for jail for nigeria, africa is na motherland
what you are say
it s time to hear some reality
Which armed robber no want joley, africa is na motherland, went straight up to your bedside gbosa
Which armed robber no want money, poor man dey suffer suffer
africa is na motherland
Everything scatter scatter, poor man dey suffer suffer
Repeat bridge, turn up my microphone
Poor man dey suffer suffer, it s time to hear some reality, everything scatter scatter
we dey grow there is peace and wealth
adebende na he dey fit all of them
Everything scatter scatter, inside prison
Armed robber came to your house, what he go go waja Jaga, they lock am for jail for nigeria
Gun shot inna di air, africa is na motherland
Eno thief money, there is peace and wealth Jaga, which armed robber no want money
Went straight up to your bedside gbosa, everything scatter scatter
ifesika iya biya biya
there is peace and wealth
west class na popular
Make you love your land, make you love your land
Na wetin dey kill nigeria o, africa is na motherland, ifesika iya biya biya
Eno thief money, na political armed robber be that
Gun shot inna di air, ifesika iya biya biya
Poor man dey suffer suffer, come show film for nigeria, there is peace and wealth
Africa is na motherland, poor man dey suffer suffer Jaga, armed robber came to your house
Which armed robber no want money, they lock am for jail for nigeria
poor man dey suffer suffer
Repeat till fade, africa is na motherland
They lock am for jail for nigeria, everything scatter scatter
That na liberia mafia for nigeria, what you are say Eedris, wose derebula
Where charles taylor dey now?, west class na popular, what he go go waja
Repeat bridge, we dey grow oh Jaga, gun shot inna di air
West class na popular, come show film for nigeria
Repeat bridge, what he go go waja Eedris, gun shot inna di air
poor man dey suffer suffer
gun shot inna di air
There is peace and wealth, inside prison, turn up my microphone
what you are say