CROC CITY. LASGIDI. MY CITY by Tobolos Lyrics
PART I: CROC CITY. LASGIDI
[Intro: Tobolos]
If terrorists all got along, prolly gun me down by the end of the song
Seems like the whole city goes against me, every time I’m in the street, I hear BANG! BANG!! BANG!!!
[Chorus: Tobolos & Fikayo]
Man down, where you from? “Brother”
What do you know? Where you from? my "brother"
Where your grandma stay? huh my “brother”?
This is Croc City, you better run my “brother”
[Verse 1: Tobolos]
Brace yourselves, I take you on a trip down memory lane
Back in KD, I was a baby, so naive and scared of pain
I couldn’t hack it, had no practice, for this madness on display
Seeing brothers killing brothers and seem unbothered by the haze
It was Muslims killing Christians, It was Christians killing Muslims
I didn’t see this in a vision, man I saw this for myself (uhn)
You don’t wanna hold back
Some of them be strapped like Kojak
You better shoot em like a Kodak (blacca!! blacca!!)
Or get killed on this day
You see that light skinned brother? with his neck cut out (ye!)
“Allah or Jehovah”? and his face showed doubt (ye!)
The answer he gave was wrong, so you know that they killed him
And now they're done with him, they’re coming for his
Children (uuuuu uuuuu!!!)
That was back when I was 5, back in ’99
Back then KD was sweet and sublime
Even at this time
But then came Boko Haram, these ni**** that strapped with bombs
You know what’s up, they gon' kill not 1, not 2... 20 guys at a time
Look homeboy I’m outta time
What’s even crazy is KD’s like a baby, when you talking about places, like:
Borno, Yola, Jigawa, Jos
One argument, and kasala don burst
Oh man, oh damn, all hell broke loose
Y'all want war with me?, tell me what you gon do?
Let's take it back to Lasgidi (uuuu uuu!!!)
Oh man I hate this City, not just cuz of heat, traffic
Or all the sidity
But bodies on top of bodies (what?!)
People dead in the alleys, people are dead, they scared
They know they here?
They might end up bodied
Man, if you dead in Lasgidi, SARS is shooting your head;
Or you were driving in traffic, container fell on your head/
Or it was cultists instead
Or armed robbers when you slept
Or like Adewura, hit a manhole and then hit your head
Or maybe you just went crazy and end up in "Yaba Left"
Go buy a chopper or have a doctor on speed dial I guess (Lasgidi)
Chorus: Tobolos & Fikayo
Man down, where you from? Brother
What do you know? Where you from my brother?
Where your grandma stay, huh my brother?
This is Croc City, better run my brother
Bridge: Tobolos
If all area boys, all got along, they’d probably gun me down by the end of the song
Seems like the whole city goes against me, every time I dey for street, they like HAYS!! HAYS!!! SHOW!
PART II: MY CITY
Intro: Gboye Axelrod
Man, Fikayo, You’ll not believe what just happened to me. Do you know I just got robbed at gun point. Just outside backgate. I was going to work, and somebody just brought out gun. He collected my phone, collected my laptop and everything
I was even begging him to even give me my laptop, because I have LSS materials
Man what kind of rubbish is this this morning nao?
Verse 2: Tobolos
Seems like the demons won’t back off (yawk!)
Its why I got one eye on my passport (yawk!)
The red one, cuz the green one feels so useless
Feels like if I don’t find my level then I might lose it
I’m so pissed off right now, man I just need a boxing gym
Mummy called, said Daddy died, cuz no oxygen
In a hospital, that’s supposed to be “Specialist?”
Now I’m sitting morose and planning my exodus
Cuz everybody who got money has gone to Canada
Everybody who got money is a Senator
Everybody who got money doesn’t care at all
And everybody who got money won’t share it yall
If I said it once, then I said it twice
This ain’t a place for my kids or a wife
You can call me crazy, but yea I love my life
Tobolos, I ain’t finna be no sacrifice
Fikayo – Interlude
I've got stories bout my life that may entertain
Stories bout my life that you may never believe
All in one city that's got traffic and tragedy
Lagos, the city that truly never sleeps
I said I've got stories bout my life that may entertain
Stories bout my life that you may never believe
All in one city that's got traffic and tragedy
Lagos, the city never sleeps
[Fikayo – Verse 3]
I was top of the totem, wearing green white green
Those were high school days I had a high top fade
Yeah. I lived down the block that had trees for shade
And knew a girl that swallowed kids like its lemonade
Uhn late night escapades when daylight ends
Me and my niggas went creeping in my beat up Benz
I never did weed and I didn't do dope
Even though my ni**a **** offered me some coke
Thick girls with glasses was my only weakness
Hers was high heels like Achilles legs is
This city is a mix like long Island drinks
It's a fight for survival, watch out for these things; the
Sloppy drinking, pour decisions
Conversations contemplating
Fantasising, fornicating
No sleep, overworking
Till I'm cashing cheques and moneymaking
[Verse 4: Tobolos and Fikayo]
If I told you that I loved Nigeria, would you believe?
In 2017, I told dad that I want to leave
He said “man, what’s your plan? go back to sleep
I'm not sure you see the opportunities that there be”
The price you pay for staying that's
An opportunity cost
But the investment ain't for nothing cos you'll surely
Reap rewards
To live in my city you may go through some pain
But like it's ying and yang where there's pain there'll be gain
So it’s a catch 22, cooking plans to make it, I’m on batch 22
I wanna ball like Kaka, on my back’s 22
I don’t wanna see low green like Outkast Stankonia's Track 22
Told my mom that I'll make it I ain't talking Ikea
If you want to make it here all you need is an idea
Ooouuu, there’s that light bulb
Damn that’s beaming
Guess it's my city now?
Damn right, where the keys at? (uhn!)
[Scratches]
1.0.8 GANG
1.0.8 GANG
1.0.8 GANG
1.0.8 GANG
1.0.8 GANG
1.0.8 GANG
Shout out to the Apocalypse GANG
(haha!!)
[Outro: Gboye Axelrod]
Do you know the most ironic part? When I reported to the police, they said “Ehn we no fit catch withcraft na” abi “Shey we dey do witchcraft na?” They just told me one rubbish, one jazz like that. F*** !!!
[Intro: Tobolos]
If terrorists all got along, prolly gun me down by the end of the song
Seems like the whole city goes against me, every time I’m in the street, I hear BANG! BANG!! BANG!!!
[Chorus: Tobolos & Fikayo]
Man down, where you from? “Brother”
What do you know? Where you from? my "brother"
Where your grandma stay? huh my “brother”?
This is Croc City, you better run my “brother”
[Verse 1: Tobolos]
Brace yourselves, I take you on a trip down memory lane
Back in KD, I was a baby, so naive and scared of pain
I couldn’t hack it, had no practice, for this madness on display
Seeing brothers killing brothers and seem unbothered by the haze
It was Muslims killing Christians, It was Christians killing Muslims
I didn’t see this in a vision, man I saw this for myself (uhn)
You don’t wanna hold back
Some of them be strapped like Kojak
You better shoot em like a Kodak (blacca!! blacca!!)
Or get killed on this day
You see that light skinned brother? with his neck cut out (ye!)
“Allah or Jehovah”? and his face showed doubt (ye!)
The answer he gave was wrong, so you know that they killed him
And now they're done with him, they’re coming for his
Children (uuuuu uuuuu!!!)
That was back when I was 5, back in ’99
Back then KD was sweet and sublime
Even at this time
But then came Boko Haram, these ni**** that strapped with bombs
You know what’s up, they gon' kill not 1, not 2... 20 guys at a time
Look homeboy I’m outta time
What’s even crazy is KD’s like a baby, when you talking about places, like:
Borno, Yola, Jigawa, Jos
One argument, and kasala don burst
Oh man, oh damn, all hell broke loose
Y'all want war with me?, tell me what you gon do?
Let's take it back to Lasgidi (uuuu uuu!!!)
Oh man I hate this City, not just cuz of heat, traffic
Or all the sidity
But bodies on top of bodies (what?!)
People dead in the alleys, people are dead, they scared
They know they here?
They might end up bodied
Man, if you dead in Lasgidi, SARS is shooting your head;
Or you were driving in traffic, container fell on your head/
Or it was cultists instead
Or armed robbers when you slept
Or like Adewura, hit a manhole and then hit your head
Or maybe you just went crazy and end up in "Yaba Left"
Go buy a chopper or have a doctor on speed dial I guess (Lasgidi)
Chorus: Tobolos & Fikayo
Man down, where you from? Brother
What do you know? Where you from my brother?
Where your grandma stay, huh my brother?
This is Croc City, better run my brother
Bridge: Tobolos
If all area boys, all got along, they’d probably gun me down by the end of the song
Seems like the whole city goes against me, every time I dey for street, they like HAYS!! HAYS!!! SHOW!
PART II: MY CITY
Intro: Gboye Axelrod
Man, Fikayo, You’ll not believe what just happened to me. Do you know I just got robbed at gun point. Just outside backgate. I was going to work, and somebody just brought out gun. He collected my phone, collected my laptop and everything
I was even begging him to even give me my laptop, because I have LSS materials
Man what kind of rubbish is this this morning nao?
Verse 2: Tobolos
Seems like the demons won’t back off (yawk!)
Its why I got one eye on my passport (yawk!)
The red one, cuz the green one feels so useless
Feels like if I don’t find my level then I might lose it
I’m so pissed off right now, man I just need a boxing gym
Mummy called, said Daddy died, cuz no oxygen
In a hospital, that’s supposed to be “Specialist?”
Now I’m sitting morose and planning my exodus
Cuz everybody who got money has gone to Canada
Everybody who got money is a Senator
Everybody who got money doesn’t care at all
And everybody who got money won’t share it yall
If I said it once, then I said it twice
This ain’t a place for my kids or a wife
You can call me crazy, but yea I love my life
Tobolos, I ain’t finna be no sacrifice
Fikayo – Interlude
I've got stories bout my life that may entertain
Stories bout my life that you may never believe
All in one city that's got traffic and tragedy
Lagos, the city that truly never sleeps
I said I've got stories bout my life that may entertain
Stories bout my life that you may never believe
All in one city that's got traffic and tragedy
Lagos, the city never sleeps
[Fikayo – Verse 3]
I was top of the totem, wearing green white green
Those were high school days I had a high top fade
Yeah. I lived down the block that had trees for shade
And knew a girl that swallowed kids like its lemonade
Uhn late night escapades when daylight ends
Me and my niggas went creeping in my beat up Benz
I never did weed and I didn't do dope
Even though my ni**a **** offered me some coke
Thick girls with glasses was my only weakness
Hers was high heels like Achilles legs is
This city is a mix like long Island drinks
It's a fight for survival, watch out for these things; the
Sloppy drinking, pour decisions
Conversations contemplating
Fantasising, fornicating
No sleep, overworking
Till I'm cashing cheques and moneymaking
[Verse 4: Tobolos and Fikayo]
If I told you that I loved Nigeria, would you believe?
In 2017, I told dad that I want to leave
He said “man, what’s your plan? go back to sleep
I'm not sure you see the opportunities that there be”
The price you pay for staying that's
An opportunity cost
But the investment ain't for nothing cos you'll surely
Reap rewards
To live in my city you may go through some pain
But like it's ying and yang where there's pain there'll be gain
So it’s a catch 22, cooking plans to make it, I’m on batch 22
I wanna ball like Kaka, on my back’s 22
I don’t wanna see low green like Outkast Stankonia's Track 22
Told my mom that I'll make it I ain't talking Ikea
If you want to make it here all you need is an idea
Ooouuu, there’s that light bulb
Damn that’s beaming
Guess it's my city now?
Damn right, where the keys at? (uhn!)
[Scratches]
1.0.8 GANG
1.0.8 GANG
1.0.8 GANG
1.0.8 GANG
1.0.8 GANG
1.0.8 GANG
Shout out to the Apocalypse GANG
(haha!!)
[Outro: Gboye Axelrod]
Do you know the most ironic part? When I reported to the police, they said “Ehn we no fit catch withcraft na” abi “Shey we dey do witchcraft na?” They just told me one rubbish, one jazz like that. F*** !!!