(scat) do my rub a dub stuff on the bus stop
Me no fuss, hungry, I'm waiting for the ride that could take I to my I resting place
I do my dance, do my dance right
Out of my own thing comes nothing wrong
But Dounia my soul they kep on bruisin'
"hey papa, why are you bluesin'?
I gave my working hands they stole all my dollars
Hey brother why are you bluesing?
Diplomas over there,over here turned smaller-hey sista why you bluesing?
He wants to play with my lala when I want a lover...
Nubian Bluesin'(x3) in the red bloody city
Nubian Bluesin', the way I'm bluesin, Nubian Bluesin' mama
(scat) do my rub a dub stuff on the bus stop
Me no fuss, hungry, I'm waiting for the ride that could take I to my I resting place
I do my dance, do my dance right
Out of my own thing comes nothing wrong
But Dounia my soul Dounia my soul Dounia !
Rocky tracks know me well
Still I thirsty,bucket reach the bottom of I well
Me no wanted vibration like Israel
So I went from the bottom looking out to ring him bell
Saw him front door and him windows like cells
He said you want I water then I pot is for sale
Still I tongue dry a' need to tell:
Nubian Bluesin'(x3) in the red bloody city Nubian Bluesin', the way I'm bluesin, Nubian Bluesin' mama
Still I tongue dry in need to tell (x2)
Do my rub a dub (x3) stuff
Remna Schwarz - Nubian bluesin Lyrics
Remna Schwarz - Nubian bluesin Lyrics
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(scat) do my rub a dub stuff on the bus stop
Me no fuss, hungry, I'm waiting for the ride that could take I to my I resting place
I do my dance, do my dance right
Out of my own thing comes nothing wrong
But Dounia my soul they kep on bruisin'
"hey papa, why are you bluesin'?
I gave my working hands they stole all my dollars
Hey brother why are you bluesing?
Diplomas over there,over here turned smaller-hey sista why you bluesing?
He wants to play with my lala when I want a lover...
Nubian Bluesin'(x3) in the red bloody city
Nubian Bluesin', the way I'm bluesin, Nubian Bluesin' mama
(scat) do my rub a dub stuff on the bus stop
Me no fuss, hungry, I'm waiting for the ride that could take I to my I resting place
I do my dance, do my dance right
Out of my own thing comes nothing wrong
But Dounia my soul Dounia my soul Dounia !
Rocky tracks know me well
Still I thirsty,bucket reach the bottom of I well
Me no wanted vibration like Israel
So I went from the bottom looking out to ring him bell
Saw him front door and him windows like cells
He said you want I water then I pot is for sale
Still I tongue dry a' need to tell:
Nubian Bluesin'(x3) in the red bloody city Nubian Bluesin', the way I'm bluesin, Nubian Bluesin' mama
Still I tongue dry in need to tell (x2)
Do my rub a dub (x3) stuff
Me no fuss, hungry, I'm waiting for the ride that could take I to my I resting place
I do my dance, do my dance right
Out of my own thing comes nothing wrong
But Dounia my soul they kep on bruisin'
"hey papa, why are you bluesin'?
I gave my working hands they stole all my dollars
Hey brother why are you bluesing?
Diplomas over there,over here turned smaller-hey sista why you bluesing?
He wants to play with my lala when I want a lover...
Nubian Bluesin'(x3) in the red bloody city
Nubian Bluesin', the way I'm bluesin, Nubian Bluesin' mama
(scat) do my rub a dub stuff on the bus stop
Me no fuss, hungry, I'm waiting for the ride that could take I to my I resting place
I do my dance, do my dance right
Out of my own thing comes nothing wrong
But Dounia my soul Dounia my soul Dounia !
Rocky tracks know me well
Still I thirsty,bucket reach the bottom of I well
Me no wanted vibration like Israel
So I went from the bottom looking out to ring him bell
Saw him front door and him windows like cells
He said you want I water then I pot is for sale
Still I tongue dry a' need to tell:
Nubian Bluesin'(x3) in the red bloody city Nubian Bluesin', the way I'm bluesin, Nubian Bluesin' mama
Still I tongue dry in need to tell (x2)
Do my rub a dub (x3) stuff
Writer: DANIEL FONCEKA, REMNA SCHWARZ
Copyright: Lyrics © Rossio Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Rossio Music Publishing