[Intro]
Move your motherfucking…
Gotta do what you do do do do do do
Move your motherfucking…
Gotta do what you do do do do do do do do
Kaapstad naaier

[Verse 1]
Ygen ini plek we in the place bitch
House party playing Puffy, Biggy, Mase bitch
The same bitch why you always on my case bitch
Besides being fat you also under age bitch
Get it straight bitch, I’m high trading property on the pussy exchange monopoly
And honestly my apologies cause I offend a lot of these vaginas
We talk a bit rude excuse, it’s Wynberg that raised me
I’m going crazy, finally persuade me
Time didn’t change me
I’m still a baby
Moms had to raise me but then uncage me
To fly away safely
I’m mostly and mainly in studio we bang beats
Fucking with the same freaks
Sleep wakey bakey, sweet like a pastry
Cuddly and tasty
Don’t believe me lady, then come in here and taste me
I’m waist deep kinda like Game and Tyrese
Got a medie from the hood that’s as reg as Megan Good
Leke boude, throw it back till I get a boner
Took her to the kamer, left her in a coma
The party is practically packed to capacity
If you get in with me, you don’t pay entry fee
Kaapstad thug life outlaw, it’s been a while since we had a leke house jol
Make vol with the ouens whose house it is
Because I know a few mense that’s house sitting
Faking a funk party like it’s end of the month, making it junk
Speakers play till it bars
Neighbours say it’s too much noise, they knocking on the wall
They just kwaad cause they never got invited to the jol
Calling the police but we not going to jail
I just said their invitation got lost in the mail now...
[Chorus]
(Dance, dance)
Move your motherfucking…
(You’ve got to keep on...Dance)
You gotta do what you do do do do do do
Keep on (Dance)
Keep on (Dance)
Move your motherfucking…
(You’ve got to keep on...Dance)
Gotta do what you do do do do do do do do

[Verse 2]
Young Loon Taliboom and you know we live
Kom binne this spot is looking dope inside
House number 007 like goldeneye
Kaapstad naaier, that’s who it’s hosted by
It’s not a birthday party, so there’s no surprise
I’ve never dropped a disco ball I just throw it high
Going to the backyard that’s the smoker’s side
And I don’t need yours bru I got my own supply
We do this all the time, creating a party vibe
Wave your hands in the air let me feel the atmosphere
And even when the winter’s here we make the summer rise
I’m not even that much of a social butterfly
But my cocoon is the boom boom room
Smoking boom with Maloon and some CPT goons
Make the kinnes get wet till our fingers turn prune
And she rained down on me like it’s Kaapstad in June
I wanna rock right now
I know how crazy this next part might sound
But I need a chick that’s large and thick playing with my hockey stick
Then she do the splits as a part of my party trick
No hands, do it with no pants
Gangsters in the plek but you know they don’t dance
I just keep them around so you know we be hard
All arms we don’t need no security guards
We just do it with the family, it makes them all happy
Everybody dancing, karaoke [?]
I took her to the old school battles in the place
Marinate the vleis binne in the kombuis
Making ouens pop lock drop like it’s hopscotch
More mense steeking uit and all you hear is knock knock
It’s a fiesta we playing R-Kelly in my brand new tekkies oh yes we came here to...
[Chorus]
(Dance, dance)
Move your motherfucking…
(You’ve got to keep on...Dance)
You gotta do what you do do do do do do
Keep on (Dance)
Keep on (Dance)
Move your motherfucking…
(You’ve got to keep on...Dance)
Gotta do what you do do do do do do do do