(Oya, listen!)
Mc Gbomogbomo on the mic again, you know!
Culture of Elders, we don mount!
It’s 15 years of pure vibes, no dulling!
(E choke!)
Fifteen years we still dey stand strong
C.O.E, the culture where we all belong
If the pressure too much, come to Makossa Palace
Kill the depression, yeah, let’s erase the malice
Pour the premium drinks, let the rhythm flow
We supporting each other, watch the spirit grow
E1 John Jesus, the man piloting the flight
He keep the engine running through the middle of the night
(Omo, see doings!)
C.O.E, we dey party till the break of day
C.O.E, the money just dey spray away
When we mount, you know the vibe is real
Nothing like the energy that the elders feel
(C.O.E men mount!)
Sir Clement Eremena, the Jagaban of the scene
Chief Kposa Enyiora, the eyes of the gods, so clean
Chocoleze, the man wey dey off the light with style
Elder Jude Aj, the warrior, give us a smile
The Godfather of Martel, you know the name
Emeritus Bayo Agboola, brings the fire to the game
Manager with the vibes, man, he too much
Elder Ejiro, the E.4, nobody can touch
(Shey you dey whine me?)
C.O.E, we dey party till the break of day
C.O.E, the money just dey spray away
When we mount, you know the vibe is real
Nothing like the energy that the elders feel
Mama Chef Josephine, the food too sweet
Who no chop your swallow, dem dey miss the heat
Sholite, my brother, love you badly, no lie
Waitress Ella, keep them drinks flowing high
Don't let nobody stress, we just dey celebrate
Fifteen years of greatness, we decide the fate
(No wahala!)
So raise your glass, let the whole city know
Makossa Palace is the only place to go
If you want the ginger, if you want the class
Join the elders club, man, it’s a total blast
Every weekend steady, we dey run the street
C.O.E forever, feel the rhythm and the beat
(Ah-ah, see gobe!)
Yeah, C.O.E in the building
Fifteen years and we still rising
Mc Gbomogbomo, we never stop
Till the very top, yeah!
(E choke! Oya!)