[Chorus]
Ogum adjo, ê mariô
(Okunlakaiê)
Ogum adjo, ê mariô
(Okunlakaiê) [8x]
[Verse]
Before Sabata wrote "A Good Place"
We already danced the "Shimmy Shimmy Ya"
Chico told "the wheel won't stop"
And whoever thinks of himself as elite be careful not to fall
Love attitudes we must sample
To Mulatu Astatke and Fela Kuti listen
Preach peace, yeah, is a manner of honor
'Cause the real world ain't the Pamonha's Ranch
And, you bet, more than five hundred thousand guys
You can bet too, the suburban dialect
You bet, the faith in you we placed
And girl, I hate to explain the slang
I got you a bed of mud
A sheet of gall to lining your bed
In the verse's force, the rhyme spanks
The sweet hypocrisy our child attract
I don't need glasses to see
What happens around me
They give the candy and then they take it
Today you'll have my best
They think I'll quail
Small mind, I pity them
I don't need Mother Dinah
To know it's your worst