America Lyrics - K'naan

(K'NAAN) 

uh huh uh huh uh huh 

oh this takes me home, 

it makes me think about sitting outside of my old home when I was younger and singing something like 

[Chorus I (with translation)] 

gabar yaroo subhaano [Young beautiful girl] 

maro shabeelo hirato [wearing tiger-patterned] 

maro qafiifa huwato [light, thin clothing] 

maga'aaga ii sheeg [Tell me your name] 

magaeygu waa sharaf [she says: My name is Sharaf] 

sharaf haaji weeyan [Sharaf Haaji, it is] 

aqalada hariirta [Those beautiful houses] 

dhina baan ka jooga [I live beside] 

alla ya u sheega [Somebody please tell them] 

tinta u shanleeya [give them a clue] 

nahoy zamzamey [of you, Zamzam] 

sabaah nuurey [who shines like the morning light] 

adoo kin kin iyo [like the scales] 

kaluun badaneey [of a colorful fish] 

adoo hajka jira [while you were gone on Hajj] 

xasuus badaneey [had many memories] 

sahiibtaa asho ashaq baa dilay [Your friend, Aisha died of love] 

ugu dambeyntiina [at long last (I realized)] 

aniyo geeluba [both I and the camels] 

wa u banaanbahnay [need love] 

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[Chorus II - x2 (with translation)] 

wanagii orodnee [Remember us fleeing] 

nabad barinee [searching for peace?] 

mareykan waa laga soo waayay [3x] [In America, none was found] 

There are certain things fresh, and certain things mesh, 

I got my own sound, I don't sound like the rest, 

And even my attire and my choice of dress, 

And not long ago I don't spoke English 

The point is police pull me over a lot 

They wonder what kind of rap sheet I got. 

And sometimes I take a young girl out to eat, 

And hold the door open, oh you're so sweet, 

Of course my affection's super illustrated 

And I like to give don't reciprocate it 

Unless you could give me someone innovated 

And let's cook it up we don't refrigerate it 

But back to the country of the educated 

Where people get robbed and they celebrate it, 

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[Chorus II x2] 

(MOS DEF) 

Maraken, 

my country 'tis of thee 

sweet land for robberies 

dos smokin SUV's 

red meat and army greens 

fat and frills 

thrills and spills 

eat and sleep 

hump and kill 

shop 'til you drop 

work 'til you dead 

get all you can 

then get in the wear (?) 

outta my face 

on your knees 

sleep in the mansion 

shut out the streets 

make that cake 

woop that trick 

lick my swagger 

suck my sick 

get high get low get sticky get rich 

get yo' own show get down get quick 

you slow you blow you broke get fixed 

terror dome, home swag home 

terror dome, home swag home 

home swag home 

home swag home 

[Repeat Chorus II x2] 

(CHALI 2NA) 

There are some things pure while certain things blur 

Dilute it with the lie and you believe when it occur 

Falsified information got my people in the stir 

We have to be in search of something equal to the cure 

Straight out the door, I come to give you more 

Lay the law keep it raw, when I speak it from the core 

Get underneath your skin like I scratched you with a claw 

Conflicted with the rich 'cause I kick it with the poor 

I laugh in the face of adversity 

Sound clashed with the bass 'cause it's natural to me 

But if you pay attention to the past you will see 

Not long ago you black they'd hang your ass from a tree 

Certain things change, while some stay the same 

Some are recluse, others are lovers of the game 

I'm trying to walk the lane, the siratul mustaqim [Arabic for "the straight path"] 

Instead of doing things that keep you covered in the flame. 

[Repeat Chorus II x2] 

Nanananana that shit was cool in English, but let me get that Somali verse. 

[Chorus I]