Yoh! Bashi Samuel!
Why you looking so ragged today, eh?
Ayy! Listen!
Bashi Samuel is walking down the street
In his dusty shoes, no rhythm in his feet
He say he got the money, but that one is a boza
Every day the same excuse, omo, come closer!
Your t-shirt is faded, your trousers they tear
But you carry shoulder high like a millionaire!
Bashi Samuel, why you look so ragged? (Why?)
Everything you wear is looking jagged!
But we love you like that, no be lie (no be lie!)
Bashi Samuel, you are our guy!
Muli shani, muli shani, where the cash dey?
You dey promise us heaven every single day!
You say you dey go Ndola to find some copper
But we see you in the compound drinking local topper
Mayo! The struggle is real on your face
But you still want to run the whole place!
Bring the energy, bring the vibe, don't be late
Bashi Samuel, open the gate!
Yoh! Ragged boy!
Bashi Samuel, we see you!
Ayy! No more boza!
Sharp sharp!