Twin City Mafia Lyrics
Hear my story; hear the story of my childhood days
My childhood days inna de Sekondi-Takoradi
Childhood days inna de Western Region, yeah
Eh! Twin city mafia, twin city mafia-uh yeah
Twin city mafia, twin city mafia-uh yeah
Twin city mafia, twin city mafia-uh yeah
What you gonna do
(CHORUS)
Come mek we go dey inna rub a dub style-yeah... (6x)
Hear my story; tis the story of my childhood days
Childhood days inna de Sekondi-Takoradi
Childhood days inna de Western Region
It all started way back home inna de Sekondi-Takoradi metropolis
When I was spinning around with the Clusters' International
Man like Uncle Phillip and Santana
Yes I will never never, never forget you in my life time, no
Foreman, Fore, Sekondi-Takoradi Taxi Drivers' Union Chairman
I man always remember you, ka you man took me to your ghetto
Mek me come fi understand what Reggae music is all about, wuoh woh
My childhood days made me feel like a mafia
What you gonna do
CHORUS
Yes I remember my youthful days inna de Sekondi-Takoradi metropolis, yeah
Climbing and selling coconuts along the road side
Chasing and killing lizards for no reason at all
Many days, many days, I remember swimming the ocean
With good old friends I cannot forget in my life time, no
West Ridge primary school, Old Hospital, Saint John's School
Ekuase, Essaman-Nketsia Kurom, Sekondi Bakaano, European Town
Essikado, Sekondi Zongo, Gyandu Park, Baka Ekyir, Adiembra, Kweikuma
Effia Nkwanta Hospital, TVLC and New Site, Before Round About
Amanful, Kwesimintsim,
Sikafo Ammba Ntem Number One, Number Two, Number Three
Harbour View, Beach Road, Essam Forex Bureau, Embassy Hotel
Reverend Charlie Sam, Soloo
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My childhood days made me feel like a mafia
What you gonna do
CHORUS
Tis the story of my childhood days
Born with my back against the wall, born with my back against the wall
Who Jah bless no one curse, who Jah bless no one curse
What has been hidden from the wise and the prudent
Has been revealed to the babe and the suckling
Shasha Marley, Shasha Marley
The stone that the builders refused, has become the head corner stone
Tis the doing of the Lord and it's pleasant in our eyes, oh Jah
Shasha Marley
Stone that the builders refused, has become the head corner stone
