[Verse 1]
I’m coming straight outta Cape Town
A crazy motherfucker named Youngsta
Vanni south side is nog Wynberg op my kante
I had toys but I always played outdoors
Community Chest Carnival, Maynard mall
If you remember that time then you know how the game goes
Nowadays ouens sell drugs in the main road
Looking out for the white man in the blue van
R2 a bag I got Yuyu by the fruit stand
Sending money to Ama writing this he's in Pollsmoor
Shamiel is also there he gave me a phone call
And this is Kaapstad 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 a parcel at Aneesa’s
And eat up, tik pakkies never get cleaned up
Drive by’s happen in Fords and Vdubs

[Chorus]
We got women, weed, weather what could be better
You know how we roll, how we roll
How we roll, how we roll yeah
We got gang tatts, flats, Afrikaans raps and
You know how we roll, how we roll, how we roll yeah
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
In the Cape of Good Hope
[Verse 2]
Welcome to the Cape of Good Hope call it Skolliewood
Riyadh Roberts robbing from the rich call him Robin Hood
Colonialism shook us, we got off to a rocky start
Now we building empires and calling it Grassy Park
I’ve never seen democracy, Skaap Kraal to Ottery
Salute to Marc Lottering but this isn’t a comedy
Sorry if it’s harsh but we all have an opinion
I’m being aggressive for Ashley Kriel and Taliep Petersen
Y generaal CPT on my dog tags
Mitchells plain and Parkwood salute to my comrades
I was on the front line you was still on Facetime
Careful for the taxi wars and bodies on the train lines
Reality raps this is not for entertainment
Preaching ghetto gospel you can call me Bishop Lavis
Can I get an amen from the congregation
This is the Y?gen generation declaration

[Chorus]
We got women, weed, weather what could be better
You know how we roll, how we roll
How we roll, how we roll yeah
We got gang tatts, flats, Afrikaans raps and
You know 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
In the Cape of Good Hope
[Outro]
Oh no, it’s the 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 ya dome
Oh yes we bad to the bone
No it’s not the city of gold, it’s my home
Oh no
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