Yieee! Kasa!
You know how it be, chale.
This one is for my girl, Zakiya.
Listen.
From Kumasi to Accra, I dey search for you
Nobody fit do the things you do
Zakiya, wo ho te sɛn? I hope you know
My love for you, e no be for show
Chale, your body be fire, no competition
You be my daily mission, my sweet condition
Oh my Zakiya, ɛyɛ!
You get the rhythm that dey make me high
Oh my Zakiya, no lie
I go dey with you till the day we die
Yieee! My love, my everything,
For you, I go buy the diamond ring
They try to block the way but we pass them by
With you by my side, I dey touch the sky
Herh! See the way you walk, so class
My friends they dey talk say we go last
No be play-play love, this one is real
Zakiya, you know how I feel!
Oh my Zakiya, ɛyɛ!
You get the rhythm that dey make me high
Oh my Zakiya, no lie
I go dey with you till the day we die
Yieee! My love, my everything,
For you, I go buy the diamond ring
Kasa!
Only you, Zakiya
Nobody else, chale
Ɛyɛ, on God