VERSE 1
I flew into HKI-A on a visit.
Custom dude’s like, “What up, what’s your business?”
And I’m like, “Honestly, I don’t know nothing about Hong Kong.”
He said, “This is the town for you, follow me.”
Ooh, it’s too real!
Free temperature checks and the Airport Express;
I take a seat, and kick up my heels,
One hundred Honkies, that’s a heckuva deal!

BRIDGE
I’m headed downtown, yeah it ain’t very far.
Transfer over to the MTR.
Hopped out, takin’ the ferry with the star.
Central, where you can’t park a car.
Dope! My Tesla’s ill, Bugatti owners got to chill.
No gas in my tank, but cash in the bank,
And a bowl of fish balls that totally stank.
I’mma eat that treat, that Tsui Wah meat that
Twenty four hours bro you can reheat that.
Dope!

VERSE 2
Killing the game, down at Southorn Park, G;
Goin’ Chef Curry from beyond the arc see,
(But) then, suddenly, Typhoon level 3, oh man,
Tai-Pan, man, everywhere it’s raining on me!
But I’ma keep it dry by hangin’ with my fellas;
Head into the sea of protestors and sit under yellow umbrellas.
I’m wondering, help dispel this, wouldn’t kill us, can you tell us,
Why do typhoon levels skip an octave 3 to 8 like Bellas hey?
I take a mini, they fly around the city,
But expats think they’re too gritty.
You don’t need a Uber, just flag a cab,
But wear your seatbelt, they drive like Schumacher man!
Or take the nineteen zero four double decker tour,
Wham bam, electric tram, could ya ask for more?
Dingding to the East Side to the Shek O shores,
Fly by Wan Chai, as we wave to the stores.

HOOK
Hong Kong, Hong Kong,
Hong Kong, Hong Kong!
The neon lights don’t fade away,
And the Hong Kong peg is still in place.
We trust in the HKMA,
And the dreams of freedom still remain.

Hong Kong,
This city never sleeps, boy,
Triads on the streets, boy,
Better follow me towards
Hong Kong.
What you see is what you get girl,
Don’t ever forget girl
Ain’t seen nothing yet til you’re in
Hong Kong!

BRIDGE
So,
What’s the fuss?
Yo, get off the bus.
Sai Wan, Chai Wan,
Stanley is a must.
We out! You can’t catch me;
On MacLehose I hang with the Nepalese.
I’m in Lan Kwai Fong, and I’m dancing.
Manila Square ladies think that I’m handsome,
‘Cause I’m too darn quick, I’m too darn slick,
Whole Hong Kong yelling out, “Who that is?”

VERSE 3
It’s me, Swaggy D, from the IFC.
Laughin’ at the poor folks in the ICC.
The hassle of TST, to save HKD,
I mean seriously, you got-ta-be jo-kin’ me?
Property prices are cray-cray insanity,
Xiexie Dalu and the Big 4 families.
Well hello, I just met one of the Heavenly Kings;
Andy Lau, such a dream, but he ain’t Bruce Lee.
I like the leng lui, I chill wid leng jais;
Don’t like the tycoons, I like the tai-tais.
The gong ju bang, they love CY Leung.
They pull up my song, sing along to Hong Kong!
Walking around the whole town,
I’m yelling at the locals cause they always slow down.
They say, “Fast as I can-la just chill yourself out…
Your legs are long, but my legs are stout!”
If I only had one egg tart I would give it to you, give it to you.
Cruising in a junk boat, girl, what a wonderful view, wonderful view.
They’re hawkin’ lots of shark’s fin, look in the soup, look in the soup.
My coat-tail don’t drag cause I tailored my suit, tailored my suit.

HOOK
Hong Kong, Hong Kong,
Hong Kong, Hong Kong!
The neon lights don’t fade away,
And the Hong Kong peg is still in place.
We trust in the HKMA,
And the dreams of freedom still remain Hong Kong.
This city never sleeps, boy,
Triads on the streets, boy,
Better follow me towards
Hong Kong!
What you see is what you get girl,
Don’t ever forget girl,
Ain’t seen nothing yet til you’re in
Hong Kong!

This city never sleeps, boy,
Triads on the streets, boy,
Better follow me towards
Hong Kong!
What you see is what you get girl,
Don’t ever forget girl,
Ain’t seen nothing yet til you’re in
Hong Kong!