Hook
Pudi ya Phoko,
Pudi ya Phoko namela monkalakata
Onamele botse, ka moso gape reya borwa
Pudi ya Phoko,
Pudi ya Phoko namela monkalakata
Onamele botse, ka moso gape reya borwa

Rap (Cabman Pucaso)

I’m real emaculate, talk to me.
I’m humble girl, tell me if I make you shake on some panty pages
Got you guessing if ever I like it, how you wear it.
Maybe how you bake the Ass.
My music so erotic.
She complains in her thoughts.
And I listen but I think I got no problems cause I kinder made her single.
But I love her from the bottom.
That’s the problem not me.
I tell you, I love to let her know.
But afraid she might go, back to the bed is too quick
I tent to enjoy learning from the elders.
I travelled and I grew apart I went an alone.
But truly found no body, but my luggage in my plastic bag.
I made it all happen for the family.
I died for everybody then everybody is grateful.
I had no money on me, my nigga I kept wondering.
She was like me and my baby should be cruising.

Outro
You know there is no passion to be found playing small

Hook

Pudi ya Phoko,
Pudi ya Phoko namela monkalakata
Onamele botse, ka moso gape reya borwa
Pudi ya Phoko,
Pudi ya Phoko namela monkalakata
Onamele botse, ka moso gape reya borwa