Nesian 101

You know the time (x3)
It's time for Nesian 101
You're never on time
And music's on all day
And you be growing them rude-ngati dreads
White on white sneakers and baggy jeans
Got that green stone around your neck
I came from the 183
So I know a little bit about fresh bee
Yes, we keep reppin' and rockin' that fresh steez
Jeans cut with socks and jandals
Aloha shirts be the formal dress standard
Spot the police from a mile away
And you know they're coming when they hear this play
Follow the leader
You're so fresh,
So I want to know if you're down
'Cause if you are,
Then let that hair down, baby
I wanna know
Got two fried eggs on that one-dollar bread
Street Fighter II, where my money's spent
Brothers roll past, speakers on full blast
Singing "Korero Maori"
What you know about F.O.B.
Taro, Manioke, and Lu Sipi
Y'all know what I'm talking about, the Sunday Feeds
Two minute noodles and that fried corned beef
For the rest of the week, that's all there is
Go to school and scab off the rest of the kids
Save that bus money home for that one-dollar chips
If you don't walk it off, it goes straight to the hips
I never run my day by time
I run my time by the change of the sky
I run my time like my appetite
Coke and a pie's what we call fine dine
Surrey Cres to Sandringham,
California down to Japan,
It's the real McCoy making all that noise
More F.O.B. than Fall Out Boy
So what we're gon' do right here,
Is we gon' school you on what we call
The ways of the fresh
Nesian 101, if you will
So if you feelin' what we sayin'
Let me know, join in
(!) Bounce on that 2 & 4, don't clap on that 1 & 3
(2) You have your cappucino, we on that cuppa tea
(3) Be rude to turn it down, so take it if it's free
(4) Just keep it fresh, no matter where you be
(All the ladies in the place, put your hands up)