BUSHY ON YA

What! What! What
say what! Sean is back
And this time around I'm comin' with my crew
And this is how we do

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We love to get bushy on ya
My people's comin' through
I gotta warn ya
We'll keep gettin' bushy on ya
And shower our talents upon ya

I wanna start by givin' props to Danny Jordaan
Without him the World Cup dream
Would just go on and on
Since his days at Dower
he's become a tower
Cometh the man cometh the 2010 hour
And I know that Benni will be leading the pack
Steven, Quintin, and Delron will be there on attack
And at the back I wish that Andre
Was still young enough
He's still our best 'keeper and made of the right stuff
But not rough like Quinton and Eddie
When they tackle and scrum
But flying like Bolla, Ashwin, and Breyton
When the tries come
Deon, homeboy, you've never had a bad game
Your pedigree lies in the Kayser name

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Since my daddy passed on
They don't come bigger than Al Etto
Whose music inspires every Coloured ghetto
Abdullah Ebrahim reminds us where we come from
There's no sweeter sound
When Jonathan and Ernie strum
And Ready D when he flows on the wheels of steel
He's the only DJ that the crowds always feel
It's surreal to watch Zane and Shaleen act like it's real
Men drool when Joanne and Tammy-Anne
Walk in high heals
They get into a trance when they watch Lorcia dance
And talented Kim always looks hot in tight pants
Lance is "Stehring" up a storm with his label
They're all thoroughbreds from the same stable

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Ashwell will always be the prince of Gelvandale
It's awesome to see him kick kangaroo tail
Herschelle and JP hittin' sixes like they're airmail
Brian Van Rooyen's blowing through like a gale
As fast as Leroy and Paul are doing their sprints
Sons Percy and Franklin are doing different stints
Robin's all-round game always throws him in the mix
Paul Adams spinning balls like he's doin' party tricks
Like the magic Trevor does with the budget every year
Patricia goin' solo… she's instillin' fear
Like Robert McBride she just won't disappear
Even Allan Boesak is movin' up from the rear
My brother, Mark, the most intelligent one I know
He's got the wisdom to give anyone out there a go
His stature will grow even larger than Cheryl's
You'll mess with her and Geraldine at your peril