Kaire Mbuende (born 28 November 1953) is a Namibian politician and diplomat. Mbuenda has been the Namibian ambassador to the United Nations since his appointment in August 2006. An ethnic Herero, Mbuende has been a high-level member of the ruling SWAPO Party of Namibia since 1974, when he became the information officer in Lusaka, Zambia.
Yay-YAY! Cali-forn-yi-aye
Sunday afternoon baby, pull it out
Whip it out, pull it out, drive it out, drop it out
You know! Let 'em know
I got chrome and paint
Nigga what you thank, I got chrome and paint
Bitch what you drank, I got chrome and paint
Smokin that dank in my chrome and paint
Street lights - dance on paint
Street lights - dance on chrome
Street lights - get a nigga home
You can die in these streets all alone
I am the wrong nigga, too fuckin grown nigga
To go for that nigga, I ain't 'cha hoe nigga
I got, a hair trigger, I am the dome splitter
The deep-sea sniper, you got the wrong niggaz
Retire like Jigga, here comes the Attila the Hun
Killin niggaz for fun, these rappers is done
The bigger they come, the harder they fall
I burn like the sun, continue to ball
He's got nuts and plus the Don touch
and split the fine dutch, Starsky call Hutch
He's laid, with some sluts, up in some guts
Just back, in the cut, he thinks he's King Tut
Cain't fuck, this nigga up, cause just, the nigga luck
That niggaz, really love him and tear the city up
Uhh, even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'
Them nigga know how I act in the low-low
I'm ghetto like grits, die befo' I snitch
Off my ass khakis sag like cellulite tits bitch
Under the suede, headliner and I ain't yo momma
Play with my dollars on yo' ass they'll be layin flowers
I put a hole in your brain with these hollow hot rocks
Hittin the switch, makin the fo' hopscotch
Rollin up imperial in dickie material
All in your periphreal, throwin shells at your vehicle
Clipped up, pimped up, big chipped up
Stacy Adams tips spiffed up, golf hat flipped up
I blow yo' ass off the map, fuck with Dub
I'll have yo' ass rollin home with windshield glass on your lap
Fuck rap, I'm wearin a creased tee, eatin ribs
Laughin at you niggaz on MTV Cribs
I got the chrome thang thang to make the dome stank
Hood life forever bitch, chrome and paint, c'mon
Street lights (woop woop)
Even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'
Them nigga know how I act in the low-low
Slow mo', nigga check out my promo
You mo'fo's can't fuck with my mojo
Sometimes life can hit so hard
It can knock you off your feet
Leave you stranded by the side of the road
Livin' on the street
I've been down that path before
From the bottom to the top
I kept pushin' for something more
And I didn't know how to stop
Save me from the madness
Save me from myself
Save me from the sadness
Of losing someone else
Carry me carry me
Carry me carry me
Carry me home
Carry me home
When I'm down
You lift me up
When I'm out you reel me in
You have come to change my blood
Forgive me for my sins
Carry me carry me
Carry me carry me
Carry me home
Carry me home
Save me from the darkness
Save me from the hardness
Carry me carry me
Carry me home
Just the other night
I saw a haunted man
He had a beautiful raincoat
I felt a pain of terrific sadness for him
Then I realized I was watching myself
Six months down the road
You know God
Only gives you
The things you sort out
Never the big stuff
That way he can make sure
That you stick around until
The end of the party
Carry me carry me
Carry me carry me
Carry me home
Carry me home
Save me from the darkness
Save me from the hardness
Carry me carry me
Carry me carry me