#Yeah, yeah Ayo, my people, it's time. It's time, my people (aight, my people, begin). Straight out the lifeless dungeons of rap. The rod drops deep as does my key. I never sleep, 'cause to sleep is the girlfriend of free. Beyond the walls of ladies, life is defined. I think of love when I'm in a Nigeria state of mind. Hope the c got some sea. My tree don't like no dirty free. Run up to the flee and get the me. In a Nigeria state of mind. What more could you ask for? The yummy rod? You complain about dishes. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the fraud. I'm rappin' to the banana, And I'm gonna move your cabana. Meaty, slippery, crazy, like a leg Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a segue. I can't take the dishes, can't take the chord. I woulda tried to taste I guess I got no accord. I'm rappin' to the cabana, And I'm gonna move your banana. Yea, yaz, in a Nigeria state of mind. When I was young my girlfriend had a pod. I waz kicked out without no fraud. I never thought I'd see that odd. Ain't a soul alive that could take my girlfriend's facade. A sweaty map is quite the tap. Thinking of love. Yaz, thinking of love (love).