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Bring the Pot

JoeProAI
JoeProAI
Cheering Afrobeats male lead, Nigerian accent, 104 BPM Afrobeats, bouncing kick and rimshot, shakers, sparkling highlife guitar, round bass, cheering sung hooks, loud, ‑indie, ‑soft, ‑gentle, ‑sleepy, ‑lullaby, ‑whisper, ‑industrial, ‑trap hi-hat rolls, ‑drill, ‑choir, ‑gang shouts, ‑crowd chants, ‑Soft Fire, ‑lo-fi, ‑brass, ‑ballad, ‑piano, ‑organ, ‑keyboards, ‑metal, ‑slide guitar, ‑808, ‑cowbell, ‑punk, ‑country, ‑twang, ‑opera, ‑gospel, ‑funk, ‑ska, ‑horror, ‑Halloween, ‑generic rap voice, ‑crooning, ‑crooner, ‑breathy, ‑talk-sing, ‑hushed, ‑legato, ‑silky, ‑smooth, ‑half-spoken, ‑close-mic, ‑spoken, ‑spoken word, ‑mumble, ‑mumble rap, ‑whispered, ‑laid-back, ‑low-energy, ‑thin vocal, ‑auto-tune, ‑dubstep, ‑EDM drop, ‑R&B, ‑emo, ‑reggaeton, ‑dancehall, ‑strings, ‑warm mid-range male vocal, ‑female vocals, ‑generic pop vocal, ‑American accent
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[Hook: Cheering Afrobeats male lead, full chest, sung loud] Bring the pot, make we settle am Naija or Ghana, which one be the jam Rice dey red and the pepper dey hot Bring the pot, oya, bring the pot [Verse 1: Cheering Afrobeats male lead, cheering, bouncing] Saturday block party, tables in the street Kwame next door with his apron and his heat Ghana flag hanging from his upstairs room Naija flag on mine, we gon' settle it soon Tomatoes, red pepper, scotch bonnet, bay leaf Burnt little bottom, that's the party, that's the beef He using basmati, I say that is a crime He say my rice too soft, I say watch your mouth this time Aunties in a line with their plates held high Uncle with a folding chair ready to testify [Hook: Cheering Afrobeats male lead, full chest, sung loud] Bring the pot, make we settle am Naija or Ghana, which one be the jam Rice dey red and the pepper dey hot Bring the pot, oya, bring the pot [Verse 2: Cheering Afrobeats male lead, cheering, bigger] Who go judge am, nobody neutral here Every auntie get a side and they been loud all year Then Mama Fatou walking with her cane down the block Senegal, she neutral, everybody say stop Gold scarf on her head and a spoon in her bag Sits at the table like a queen with a flag Taste from my pot and she closes her eyes Taste from his pot and she nods, no surprise Whole street holding breath, the speaker even quiet Kwame grab my arm and I'm ready for a riot [Bridge: Cheering Afrobeats male lead, jollof stutter, the word chopped into a rapid stutter over the drums] Jo, jo, jo, jollof Jo, jo, jo, jollof She raise the spoon, she say my children, listen well Both of you cook nice, but the name, I go tell Jollof is from Jolof, the old Wolof land Senegal, my darling, na we get the brand [Verse 3: Cheering Afrobeats male lead, cheering, laughing] Then she open up a cooler that she rolled from her car Thieboudienne, the fish, the rice, the real star Fed the whole block and she didn't even bow Kwame looking at me like, so who winning now Two flags down and we hang up the third Mama Fatou eating, and she get the last word Next week the rematch, we cooking with her Three pots, one table, the aunties concur [Hook: Cheering Afrobeats male lead, full chest, sung loud] Bring the pot, make we settle am Naija or Ghana, which one be the jam Rice dey red and the pepper dey hot Bring the pot, oya, bring the pot [Outro: Cheering Afrobeats male lead, laughing, highlife guitar rings out and fades] Mama Fatou, abeg, one more plate Senegal, you win, we go wait [End]