Main Ou's

Main Ou, they know

Money bag, copy that

West god, West coast

New clothes, same goals

Main Ou, they know

Money bag, copy that

West god, West coast

New clothes, same goals

Some things never gone change

Mask on ‘cause I gotta hide my face

Champion sound, no cap

Ride around town in a big big facts

My broe, I’m playing no games

Salute that’s playing no games

My broe bru, I’m playing no games

Salute that’s playing no games

Ek is nou Die Antwoord, you actors are Charlie Chaplins

Rof and I’m onbeskof

Hou jou man dop, those are captions

I throw a tantrum in Sandton

Attack them dressed as the phantom

I’m sorry I lack compassion

My body must be examined

When I fire off the missile

My grind is always civil

When I’m mining in the middle for diamonds like I’m Cyril

At the Phosa shosholoza

Lucky seven call me Zola

On the beach, the way I bowl a bitch

You can call me Gogga

Hashim Amla, I must dala

Spit that lizard like iguana

Met a girl that looked like Bragga at the Oriental Plaza

Strictly Halaal, Biryani

69 it like Tekashi

We can’t go on in silence

Start a riot, colonise ‘em

My broe, I’m playing no games

Salute that’s playing no games

My broe, I’m playing no games

Salute that’s playing no games

Main Ou, they know

Money bag, copy that

West god, West coast

New clothes, same goals

Main Ou, they know

Money bag, copy that

West god, West coast

New clothes, same goals

Only the real ones remain

Ten years in the game, showing everybody flames

I live in the North, my tannie is vannie Plein

If you say my, say my name

That’s medicine for her pain

Ready D, P.O.C.

Pioneers of the culture

We the guys serving you the pille en die dagga

Going out, Waterfront, Planet Hollywood

Busy blowing up, if you’re old enough use a Benzo

For Beemers and the Benzes

Dimitri Tsafendas

That’s my fathers’ middle name, I’m so disrespectful

Supa Mega hit them with the jewels

You gon’ live forever through the youth

My broe, I’m playing no games

Middle fingers on the jet like F.W. de Klerk

Madibs is in the grave, the streets is in a mess

Where the real ANC youth league at?

Find ‘em right there where the cheese at

Main Ou, they know

Money bag, copy that

West god, West coast

New clothes, same goals

Main Ou, they know

Money bag, copy that

West god, West coast

New clothes, same goals

Some things never gone change

Mask on ‘cause I gotta hide my face

Champion sound, no cap

Ride around town in a big big facts

My broe, I’m playing no games

Salute that’s playing no games

My broe, I’m playing no games

Salute that’s playing no games

***Lyrics are from third-parties***