Hotnotlytee 
(lil coloured boy)

Lyrisc and music: phillip george cowie jr.

Year: 2002/3


Maakie saak as jy my like of my nie lik’ie
(don’t matter if you like me or not)

Nes die government maak ek ‘n way en skeur jou baaidjie
(like the government I make a way to rip you off)

Dis verkramp, volstrond, hotnots loop mank rond
(its wack, bullshit, coloureds walk around tame)

Almal deurmekaar as hulle die parlement gewaar
(everyone panicks when they see the parliament)

Ons kry swaar! Maar die rede waarom almal happy lyk
(we struggle, but the reason why we all look happy)

Kyk ons hou ons mossie styf en die jeet is ons bedryf
(look, we not stiff, and boogieng is our industry)

Ons like vry, jol, dop en vokol doenie
(we like to make out, party, drink, and not do shit)

Party van ons le rond, ongekont
(some of us lay around totally relaxed)

Met stukkende kouse en stink kielieblaaie
(with wornout socks and smelly armpits)

Hou ons koppe hoog en wataaa soos ‘n china
(we keep our heads high and kick ass like the chinese)

Mag miskien vertrap word en met lappe besmeer word
(may get stepped on and “infested” with dirty rags)

‘n hotnot se pride kom nooit te kort
(a coloured never has a shortage of pride)

Ek wil almal sien met ‘n h.o.t.no.t moet net nie bo-op my dala nie
(I wanna see everyone with a h.o.t.n.o.t just don’t “betray” me)

En hiers ‘n song fortunately for all of those hotnots standing by me
You know your pride you got and youll go through a lot 
So show them what you got and show them you aint kak(shit)

2nd verse
Ek hou my bek eks alweer innie geselskap van geen respek
(I shut my mouth, again im in the conversation of no respect)

Deesdae wys hy my die vinger oppie internet
(these days he gives me the finger through the internet)

En al wat ek hoor is jou gat voetstek so ek hou my bek
(and all I hear is your ass, “fuck you”, so I shut my mouth)

Ek is nix impressed met jou beskrywing van ‘n gher as ‘n slet
(im not impressed with your description of a shortie as a slut)

En die woorde wat jy klets want dit is disrespek
(and the words that you rap cos that’s just disrespect)

Nou eindig elke tweede sin met voetsek, one day you will be checked
(now every second sentence ends with ‘fuck you’…)

My ore kry al seer as jy my sien wil jy my skel
(my ears are even starting to hurt, when you see me you wanna argue)

Jys soos ‘n skinderbek-antie in ‘n opgedroogte hel
(your like a gossiping auntie in a dried up hell)

Wel, moetie lat dt jou keer nie, dis jou bek en jou taal
(well don’t let that stop you, its your mouth and your language)

Miskien is jy ‘n cherrie in ‘n kraamsaal
(maybe you a shortie giving birth)

Jyt merke op jou chat, hare woes gevleg
(you got scars on your face, hair in a state)

Dra ‘n oukaapie en ‘n chap oppie nek
(carrying a knife and a tattoo on your neck)

Gwala hier en hoe staan hulle bokant ‘n rowwe ding
(represent and how about we get thuggish)

Kykhie bou staan so ma die bou lyk wim
(look this is how you represent but its futile)

My tannie en my sista trust nie meer die B.D
(my mom and sister don’t trust the “projects” anymore)

Laat nag kou hulle naels voorie tv
(latenight they sit and chew theire nails infront of the tv)

‘n toppie se bottle is altyd vol hy droog nie oppie
( a pops’s bottle is always full it never dries sup)

So ‘n tannie se houe is altyd da dit willie stoppie
(so a moms’s wounds are always ther it don’t wanna stop)

Met diese misery droog ‘n traan nie op ‘n muur
(with this misery a tear wont dry on a wall)

Ek probeer om the smile ma jou gedrag maak my suur
(I try to smile but you behaviour makes me sour)

Chorus
Ek is ‘n ander, ‘n coulerdlytee
(im something else, im a lil coulerd boy)

Dit maakie saak as tjy my nie like nie
(it don’t matter if you don’t like me)

Ek is ‘n regte, ‘n hotnotlytee
(im a real lil cloulerd boy)

So moetie my vir ‘n gat wil kom vattie
(so don’t take me for an ass)

3rd verse
Blok by die bra mettie mokador want dai bra is nix gepla
(hanging with the guy with the alcohol cos he’s not fased)

Whether by die bra wat ‘n bra vir ‘n gat gaan vat
(whether with the guy who will take me for an ass)

Want dai bra kom maak hom laat
(cos that guy just aint getting it)

Tot somma binne innie straat innie middle vannie nag
(even having to take it to the streets in the middle of the night)

Hou ek my kragtaag met vuishoue tog aandagtig
( I pretend to be powerful with fisthits concentrated)

Teen ‘n omie van so tagtig
(versus an oldman of about eighty)

My magtig, die hele gemors die brasse is uitspattig
(holy shit, the whole shabang, the guys are goofy/loud/fun)

Blerrie robbishe kom hoor hieso kom wys vir my hosh hieso
(bloody rubbishes come hear here. come salute here)

Kom visit my joint en krap my koskaste om
(come visit my crib come eat all my food)

En dan het jy die nerve om vimy te se my botter proe soos gom
(and then you have the nerve to tell me my butter taste like rubber/glue)

Ma tjys my gazilam vang kak aan saam
(but you my homie we fuckup together)

Gooi die bottel in ‘n skottel en ons vat dit saam
(throw the bottels in a bath and we take it with)

Hou ‘n dik bou bly nie blou en net soos chris se armpies gevou)
(have a dope party get layed and standing proud like chris with hes arms folded)

Was ek toe gatvol man of wasit nettie blerrie rum
(was I then fed up man or was it just the bloody rum)

Ek keur die woonbuurt om die pote moes toe by my joint uitkom
(I terrorised the neighbourhood the pigs/cops had to come round my crib)

Verduidelik toe, hey kyk gou suidelik toe
(explaining then, quikly [mr officer], look to the south)

Ek gee daai konstabel ‘n wack en ek smack sy bek korrek met ‘n krieketbad
(I gave that constable a wack and smacked his trap correct with a cricketbat)

En nou noem hulle my mos mr. babbelbek
(and now they call me mr. run-his-mouth)

4th verse
‘n bietjie otherwise, ek hou my kop tussen my hande
(a lil bit different, I hold my head in between my hands)

Die difficulty kry my soaken wet vannie trane
(the difficulty leaves me soaken wet in my tears)

Gevange op ‘n level, ek wens ek was ‘n expert
(caught on a level, I wish I were an expert)

Acquaintance met ‘n jailbird en nou is ekkie culprit
(acquaintance with a jailbird and now im the culprit)

Ons werk tot die maximum die way wat onsie note bring
(we work to the maximum that’s how we bring the tracks)

‘n lyntjie word gesing why because is ‘n inding
(a line gets sung cos it’s a trend)

Breekpunt! Ek soek ‘n breekpunt! Ek dink my kop ga nou sink
(breakthrough! I want a breakthrough! I think my heads gonna sink)

Gee my dai breekpunt! My broe!
(give me that breakthrough! My bro!)

Eks innie ghetto opsoek na ‘n million
(im in the ghetto looking for a million)

Ma die plek is so droog en ek meet net die villains
(but this place is so dry and im only meeting the villains)

Resemble hy ‘n mexican gearm met ‘n pelletgun
(does he resemble a Mexican[lazy-ass and unemployed] armed with a toygun)

Ek wys hom neh my broe ill see you when I get back again
(I told him no my brother…)


Hotnotlytee-studio

VMK (vattiemeekakie)
(don’t take no more shit)

Lyrics and music: phillip George cowie jr
Year: 2002/3


Mev Mandela, verwys na winnie madikizela
(mrs mandela reffering to winnie madikizela)

Graca het ingespring nous jy ‘n buiteding
(graca jumped in now you out)

Nou wat is dit dan wat so stink dit kannie blink
(now whats that stinky smell it cant shine)

Dit wink vermy terwyl ek skink
(it winks at me while im pouring wine)

Mmmmmbeki smile met ‘n halwe tand
(mmmmmmbeki is smiling with half a tooth)

Now since I got my backup Ja since way back we been talking kack [shit]

Ag man dai engels sound te mak ek se my brasse praat net kak!
(oh man that English sounds lame I say my homies are talking [saying/meaning] shit!)

Hoody hooooo! Is die sound wat tjy ga hoor 
(…is the sound you gonna hear)

Want madiba move mos soo china ogies wat jou loer
(cos madiba moves/dances like this chinese eyes looking at you)

Gee tog vidie government ‘n nuwe boek en pen 
(please give the government a new book and pen)

Include ‘n hotnot ek voel afgeskeep ek het ook mos gestem
(include a coloured I feel neglected, I also voted)

Pw botha, de klerk, madiba, ag verskoon my man my baas man
(…., oh excuse me mr. bossman)

Ek like op hoorings dra
(I like to cause a fuss)

En nes mathanzima, word ek kook dik en vet geskop
(and just like mathanzima, I also get kicked purple and blue)

Maar nie deur skollies nie deur kak wat tjy in my prop
(but not by thugs, by the shit you feed me with)

Tjys nes ‘n low class dop wat my mag verstop
(your just like cheap booze that upsets my stumic)

Is jy gestuur om my gat te blok?
(are you send to constipate me/block my asshole?)

chorus
Ek vat nie meer kak nie, dis reg
(I don’t take no more shit, that’s rite)

Tjy dink ‘n hotnot is sleg
(you think a coulerd aint worth shit)

Tjy moetie kanse vat mettie ek
(you shouldn’t try your luck with me)

Dis reg cos rosedale got my back
(that’s rite, cos…)

2nd verse
En nou bevind ek my so in ‘n mindelose state
(and now im finding myself in a mindless state)

Ek soek ‘n bone om aan te byt
(im looking for a bone to chew on)

Want dit voel skoons die dokter haal ‘n boot uit my stuit
(cos it even feels like the doctor is pulling a boot out my ass)

Dis (its) unbelievable fate

En Mugabe try om die gees uit my te dryf
(and Mugabe is trying to exorcise my soul)

Parlement seate raak belaglik overcrowded
(parliament seats are getn ridiculously overcrowded)

Debates over whos got the fanciest shower
And whos 4x4 has got the most horsepower
And which parliament member is the most sour(puss)

Wel hier kom ‘n hotentot straight uitie B.D tot op jou voorskoot
(well here comes a coulerd straight out the projects on to your lap)

Tande met ‘n goldenshine gepolish met ‘n potlood
(teeth shining like gold polished with a pencil)

Hare woes gekam dit was net vonke wat spat
(struggle to comb my corse hair, the sparks fly)

Maar ten minste het ek vanoggend gebad
(but atleast I took a bath this morning)

Tjy mag my miskien sien soos ‘n bra met ‘n baggy jeans
(you mite see me as a guy wearing baggy jeans)

Gange innie gatsak en nix om voor uit te sien
(change in my backpocket and nothing to look forward to)

Well I can also be a lean mean insulting thing
Watch out for my ding-a-ling(dick) 

Chorus…
3rd verse

I tried to be nice I tried to let it suffice

Toe kom die kak alweer and it added the spice
(then you brought more shit and…)

So I thought id give my people lil bit of advice
Try to sacrifice, and be men not mice
Stop rolling those dice putting your luck on lies
And like me, you can be as cool as ice 

Chorus
[Calling names of hometown suburbs followed by songtitle]


Fly  - Vatiemeekakie-studio

Jealous
Lyrics: phillip George cowie jr
Music: phillip George cowie and Brandon mapaling


1st verse
Ek sien sterre innie lug vandag was ek te besig
(I see stars in the air (dizzy) I was too busy today

Weet tjy wat ek was gebliksem oor jou dit was aaklig
(you know what…I got my ass kicked over you it was awfull)

Ma dit sal my nie worry nie want tjy nca my nog steeds
(but that don’t matter cos you still like me)

Ann mekaar vas geglue en ons sal nooit opbreek
(Glued together and well never break up)

Nou kyk hai bratjie my skeef aan so ek kyk hom skeef terug
(now hes looking at me angrily so I look at him back)

Hy se ek het sy gher afgevat ek se hys blerrie getik
(he says I took his shortie I say hes crazy)

Hys ‘n gaartjie met ‘n gedagte dat thy ghere kan bekul
(hes a [gaartjie:guys collecting money in taxis] who thinks he can fool girls)

Vry alewig in sy taxi en dan beteken hy maar nul
(makes out in his taxi and don’t do shit with his life)

Tjys(your) my nubean queen tjys die(the) centre of my dreams

En as tjy my sien dan will tjy net scream
(and you get so excited when you see me)

Kom ons vry somma voor hom kom ons maak hom somma jealous
(lets kiss infront of him lets make him jealous)

Vry mekaar se tande uit en dang a kuier ons die dentist
(kiss till our teeth fall out then we visit the dentist)

Die bliksem! Ek hoor hyt jou alweer getry
(the bastard! I hear he’s on your case again)

Sien ek hom weer naby jou moer ek hom tot binne innie baai
(if I see him near you again ill kick him till he hits the coastline)

Die ding dink hy kan krap in my slaai
(the thing thinks he can mess in my relationship)

Hy se vijou hyt my gesien met ‘n ander cherrie braai/naai
(he says to you he saw me out/fucking with some other chick)

2nd verse: Brandon
3rd verse

Eks ‘n rubbish ek weet maar uuhh wa le die fout
(Im a rubbish I know but uuhh whats wrong with that)

Dis mos sy wat vimy smaak en sy weet ek is stout
(cos its she that likes me and she knows im naughty)

  Want nou vry sy rond om by my te kom
(cos now shes fucking around to get to me)

Maar die verste wat sy kom is tot op innie song
(but shes only getting as far as in this song)

Maar man! Sys hardegebak en sy dink soos ‘n brak
(but man! Shes stubborn and she thinks like a dog)

Haar brasse will aan my kom vat lyk dis ek wat haar smaak
(her homeboys wanna confront me as if im the one liking her)

Hulle salit seker like om my dik te skop
(they’d proly love to kick my ass)

But tjy gat slice hier op rosedale se blok
(but  you gravely mistaken on rosedales block)

Dis ‘n hotnots haven da slat ons die kitaar
(that’s a coulerds haven here we call the shots)

Klein and groot oud en jonk ons is almal gaar
(small and big old and young we know our shit)

Weet te veel vannie lewe elkeen se sy se
(everyone knows too much about life each one says her/hes say)

But vi dai ding da vir haar wil ek nie he
(but that thing over there, her I do not want!


Jealous (studio)

Stay together ft mercia “sista cool” williams
Lyrics:Philip George cowie
Music:phillip George cowie
Chorus:sample from Shania twain’s “still the one”
Year: 2002/3

Liefde, liefde vir jou broer
[liefde, is so ‘n eenvoudige ding]
(love, love for your brother
[love, its such a simple thing])

Liefde vir jou suster
[vir ons almal]
(love for your sister
[for us all])

Vir jou ma vir jou pa vir jou vriend vir jou vyand
(for your moms your pops your friend your enemy)

[vir jouself]
(for yourself)

1st verse
My mense leen my julle ore
(my people lend me your ears)

Kom deel met my wense en drome soos ons trap in wyse spore
(come share in my wishes and dreams as we step in wise footprints)

En gee ‘n glimlag aan jou naaste
(and give a smile to your neighbour)

Smile met jou broer en jou suster en jou pa se aanstaande
(smile with your brother and your sister and your fathers fiancé)

Ek was al in ‘n situasie waar ek moes kies of ek sou help of sou ek net my rug draai
(I have been in a situation where I had to choose if I would help or just turn my back)

Shit ons almal maak foute
(shit we all make mistakes)

Ek kan nou nog sien hoe hy haar jag met sy ak47
(I can still see how he chased her with his ak47)

En sy vir hulp skree en raak moeg
(and her screaming for help and getting tired)

Die neighbourhood was dood, die pote vermis, en sy het net vir hulp gesoek
(the neighbourhood was dead, the cops missing, and she was only  looking for help)

Aller hoogste, wees genade op die siel
(all mighty, have mercy on the soul)

Ek se my gebed vir hierdie wat ‘n goeie siel verniel
(I say my prayer for those who ruin a good soul)

Maakie saak as jy wit is of swart is of bruin
(don’t matter if your white or black or brown)

Indian of moslim, ons almal voel pyn
(i… or m…, we all feel pain)

Ons kan gain uit die feeling van rustelose nagte
(we can gain from the feeling of restless nights)
Want once jy weet hoe dit voel dan hou jy dai gedagte
(cos once you know what it feels like then you keep that memory)

En leer uit ons mistakes en maak dit ons responsibility
(and learn from our mistakes and make it our responsibility)

Om liefde nie te fake, en strewe na humility
(to not fake love and strive towards humility)

Strewe na beskerming van ‘n broer tot ‘n suster
(strive towards protection of a brother to a sister)

En staan mekaar by, ag vergeet dai fight van gister
(and support eachother, oh forget that fite of yesterday)

Chorus

Looks like we made it (x3)
Look how far we’ve come my baby
Might have taken the long way
I knew we’d get there someday
Cos we stayed together
Look how far we’ve come my baby
My baby, we’ve stayed together
Look how far we’ve come my baby

2nd verse
Kom staan met my en wees verenig saam met my
(come stand with me and be united with me)

Voel die liefde saam met my, bring jou broer en suster by
(feel the love with me, bring your brother and your sister)

Want jy kan kry wat jy hier diep binne begeer
(cos you can get your hearts yearnings)
En jy kan leer om jou toekoms te beheer
(and you can take charge of your future)

Want die drank en die drugs en die rape en die sexual abuse
(cos the alcohol[abuse] and the drugs and the rape and the sex…)

Die kinder molestering en die domestic violence
(the child molestation and the domestic violence)

Die grudge en die silence
(the grudge and the silence)

Sal jou net onder kry, maar liefde kan jou wys hoe om jou uit te kry
(will only get you down, but love can show you how to get you out)

Help om jou oppie way te kry jou wys da is ‘n beter way
(help to get you on your way, show you there’s a better way)

Vra net jou ma en jou pa en foken hou op stry
(just ask your mom and dad and stop fucking arguing)

En as jy nie ‘n ma of ‘n pa het nie
(and if you don’t have a moms or a pops)

Dan moet jy weet jy het ‘n tjomy in die hotnotjie
(then you should know you have a friend in this coulerd)

So hou jou kop hoog wees trots die here is jou rots
(so keep your head high, be proud, your creator is your rock)

Jys gemaak vir sukses dis jou vredevolle bots
(you’re made for succes that’s your contentfull collition)

Los die bottle uit, want vanaand moet jy stryt kyk
(leave the bottle alone, cos tonight you have to look straight ahead[focus])

Die pad is lank en ons kom al ‘n lanktyd aan
(the road is long and we’ve come a long way)


Gj

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