Lyrics

Wey the music wey we play We do it in our own Stylee! Stylee! Stylee! Play this anthem all night Tuface Idibia, Elly Jones And Cool Jimmy Jatt I reside in lagos The city of hustlers Everybody is in a hurry Traders and customers Walking step beats on the regular If you no strict You go part with your cellular You're driving I suggest you check your rear view Be careful Cos' an okada just might be near you Knock one of them down And rest just gonna tear you to pieces Eh yooo!!! Welcome to the jungle And the Danfo Drivers Always try to fumble Rush hour bus stop Are like the royal rumble Where the B. O. Run things All we do is grumble Everybody, red eye! Red eye! Ain't nobody humble Trip and tumble into the eternal abyss Half the people hold a grudge The other keep malice Play chalice Lagos!! Too much joo! If you no get logo gba orie O hoo!! O hoo!! Chorus This lagos wey we dey so is our zone This thing wey you dey see so is our own All the people wey you see we love them To our bone And the music wey we play We do it in our own Stylee! Stylee! Stylee! We do it in our own (3x) Stylee! Stylee! Stylee! I remember well The beginning of the struggle When we use hang upon the block To win acapella Singing staying out of trouble It seems like yesterday When we started the game Hoping for some fame And some fortune Now whats the gain if no pain That explains all the hustle and the bustle Like when we enter bus claim staff Because we no get money Trekking to Ikeja it was not very funny When we started Them been dey talk say we dey mental But then na Jimmy Jatt Dey him dey give us instrumental But up till now we still dey strong Dey hold on The struggle still goes on Up till now we still dey And we are going nowhere Eh, mashere This lagos wey we dey so is our zone This thing wey you dey see so is our own All the people wey you see we love them To our bone And the music wey we play We do it in our own Stylee! Stylee! Stylee! We do it in our own (3x) Stylee! Stylee! Stylee! Whoever thought like *** the gate like this Get the game to elevate not lease Wonder how mother Africa felt when foreigners Enslaved their kids Some killed, some taken away Yo caged and shipped Wonder how she feels now When she sees how we underrate Plus *** the script like spiky Dulum ideas Ine the professor if only things they had for Lagos With their enterprises **** proach the game down To end life like this You no chris rock So don't be shocked How a fakey real hipper From the streets of the mainstream Without watery now Still get the same spims With the wackiness Of course you know we terminating Fela mysten Of course you know we ever blazing In the mix like timmy You now my power moves ain't static With elajoe every time Nothing but classic stylee This lagos wey we dey so is our zone This thing wey you dey see so is our own All the people wey you see we love them To our bone And the music wey we play We do it in our own Stylee! Stylee! Stylee! We do it in our own (3x) Stylee! Stylee! Stylee!