Stop it 5

[Louis Theroux & Maleven]
Louis Theroux: "Are you Maleven?"
Maleven: "I'm Maleven"
Louis Theroux: "Yeah, nice to meet you"
Louis Theroux: "Hows it going"
Maleven: "So what are you saying my friend, are you okay"
Louis Theroux: "Yes"
Maleven: "And me too"

[Verse 1: Ginger Breadman]
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Hau ncave o nkutlwetse
Eintlik le nkutlwang
Heh f'tshek we ikutlwetse
Hey wena son, magenge ba ikopetse
Ho o tshwara ka dihempe
Be ke latlhela skempe on Twitter
Ntwan' o tla nchunang?
Yesses ke tletse jutas
Damn it ntwan' e e buang
I'm rowdy rowdy ke rata gurash
We 'bout it 'bout it ntwan' e e too much
Le tlo nkitse, be easy
Ke scheem'e bo sphum' eJozi, sphum' eGoli
Thipa e nosi e phunye tsotsi fast fast
Don't get out of your place
If you don't wanna get smoked
'Cause you ain't Godly, you ain't Courtley
Trust us
O tlo utlwa fela magarna bella hollering "skuif"
And like I said son
You ain't Courtley, nah
I'm the man, bitch
I'm with your man's bitch
You're Caster Semenya nigga
A man-bitch

[Louis Theroux & Maleven]
Maleven: "Only money that I want"
Louis Theroux: "And to hurt people"
Louis Theroux: "If I got a child there you say that you would hurt the child to find out information"
Maleven: "I took your child I put it in oven"
Maleven: "I make oven on"
Maleven: "Or I took your wife I put a knife here, like example you see the blood"
Maleven: "I say I finish up now, you don't give me money or you give me"
Maleven: "What can you say?"

[Verse 2: Ginger Breadman]
S'ka tlo phapha, ga o ka tswella o ntse o balabala
Ke bela boGroot Madala bale bame ba ko Garanga
O tla ba bona ba tlhaga ba tladitse le Caracara
Strata se ka phatlhalla o tla utlwa fela ka mratatata
O tla tswela magaga re tla o tlhabisa gala mfana
Re o tlhatlhomolle o be o sale o tlhatlhobiwa ke ngaka papa
S'ka batla ho ntlwaela blind
Gqina o tlola ditrata o matha o tshabe
Cause ga re ka o tswhara o tlo tsoga ko Baragwanath

[John Mongrel & Ross Kemp]
John Mongrel: "If there is a warder who's not right here in the prison, I tell the 27"
John Mongrel: "You are the 27s. There is a knife for you. You must kill the warder or the Major or the Captain"
John Mongrel: And the 27s, they told me "Salute my brother, I'm go. You can watch."
John Mongrel: "And I go to the cell there"
Ross Kemp: "And you watch"
John Mongrel: "Then I watch"

[Verse 3: Riot]
Don't care who you are or were
Ek steek jou in jou ma se uh
Vuilste chappie in die straat in
Ek skiet jou brazen in die chad in
Jy praat maar baeie seun,
Druk daai bottel teen jou been
Ja ja vok vok
Ek voel daai chargon in my keel
My medie se ek naai te veel, spin daai transie skuur die wiel
Kom nou bokkie, suig my piel kyk om as hy die gelde reel
Plenty bitches, celeb status got me far
Pussy smells like canned fish, guess I'm just a lucky star
Veder sonny ek sien jy's kwaai jy hou jou sterk
Maar hoor jy hier gazie, om cheld te maak is baeie werk
Ek in die grafenis iets wat hulle sal wens
Kry vir my 'n jungle en ook al soos 'n maal mens
Daar's gangs van die laaities wat baiza ja ons maak jou klein
Ons maak jou 'n moegoe jy sien dit toe jou kar verdwyn
Petroleum fire will have you sing like Barry White
Cocaine stashed underground 'cause we bury white