Feed Yer (Nganga) [Getdown Services Remix]

Leave trigger sleeping out in the fields of grass

A workman's steed for sure, but now your time has passed

You did your bit, gave all you can give

Your father loved you, but now you are adhesive

Who's that in the garden, under bushes of rose?

There's Junior digging up Rover, just to watch him decompose

I'm afraid the kid has lost his lid

And now that Rover's gone, the baby needs fluid

It's your turn to feed the baby

I need my Nganga

It's your turn to feed the baby

I need my Nganga

It's your turn to feed the baby

I need my Nganga

It's your turn to feed the baby

I need my un-gung

With eyes to see and ears to hear and arms to act

My baby can't hold me close and keep me in contact

I'm no Son of Sam or nor am I a wicked wicker king

It's just the fuzzy friends we miss, the baby's stomaching

It's your turn to feed the baby

I need my Nganga

It's your turn to feed the baby

I need my Nganga

It's your turn to feed the baby

I need my Nganga

It's your turn to feed the baby

I need my Nganga

I don't dream of a fast car

I crave the touch of my Nganga

I don't dream of a fast car

I crave the touch of my Nganga

I don't dream of a fast car

I crave the touch of my Nganga

I don't dream of a fast car

I crave the touch of my Nganga

I don't dream of a fast car

I crave the touch of my Nganga

I don't dream of a fast car

I crave the touch of my Nganga

I don't dream of a fast car

I crave the touch of my Nganga

I don't dream of a fast car

I crave the touch of my Nganga

I don't dream of a fast car

I crave the touch of my Nganga

I don't dream of a fast car

I crave the touch of my Nganga

I don't dream of a fast car

I crave the touch of my Nganga

I don't dream of a fast car

I crave the touch of my Nganga

I don't dream of a fast car

I crave the touch of my Nganga

I don't dream of a fast car

I crave the touch of my Nganga