LYRICS -
(making fun of the stereotype of Indians that stay abroad)
talk so loud yet nobody understand me
but yet they wanna fine me
whats flithy manners to a dude like me comin out the grimey
talk so loud i look crazy
all these white dudes be staring
yall should really believe in santa fore u believe that i be caring
(making fun of the stereotype of Indians that stay abroad)
talk so loud yet nobody understand me
but yet they wanna fine me
whats flithy manners to a dude like me comin out the grimey
talk so loud i look crazy
all these white dudes be staring
yall should really believe in santa fore u believe that i be caring
Verse:
now im back on my bullshit packin a full clip
lyrical bullets straight from the pulpit
have you ever seen a conscious rapper actin so foolish!
nah nah.. you have not
cant put me in nay box
in may bachs ? no problem..
but in my indica until i got them
i stunt with no cards, unless its v-day
and on v-day i replay gettin dressed in my b-day suit
se- see Jesus! whats come of me!
all this gold gonna fu-fuck around and co-cover me..
dont tell nobody i mean confetti thats a lil secret
like the skeletons in your closet that you gon sleep with
no necrophilia.. except for the beat bitch!
cuz u know that i fuck n killed shit.. e-mix
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