Thank you come again

A pakis on the beat
You can feel it in the street
Everyone put your hands up
The Auntys and the uncle jis
Everyone is gonna feel this
The southside is all up in this
You can play this at your wedding
White boys will even play this
I come to shake the room
Speakers bout to go boom
Just feel fantastic
No time for dr dooms
Everybody come together
I dont care about your colour
The brothers on the dholkis
You know they got the vibe covered

The room is bout to blow
Its bigger than the big show
We smashin through the ceilin
We make it rain n make it snow
Im just tryna bring you joy
This life can be so annoying
Ladies bring your girls
And the man dem bring all the boys
Its a family affair
Theres no need for beef here
Until the foods arrives
And the camera man stares
Get the meal eaten
Get the gulab jammen
Then hit the dancefloor
Everybody start jammin

Listen all the desi people
You can fly just like an eagle
Chase whatever dream you have
We were all created equal
Dont let them tell you that you cant
You can grow just like a plant
We dont just belong in shops
Were here to take over the map
I know you believe it too
They think were a bunch of apus
Lets shatter all the stereotype
But well still remain true
Let me explain to you
Dont make me hit ya brain fool
Cause when you knocked out
Ill say thank you come again

Dont call me a terrorist
Ill slap you with a flick of the wrist
Now your clutching your face
That what i call a terror wrist
Im shang tsung ill take your soul
Make you chew on shisha coals
This paki mans like pacman
Im about to eat you whole
Told me to go back to the sand
This ignorence is stupid man
Only sand i seen is the one in fuckin largs man
Thought i was samoan
cause i got a tattoo
Its cause i liked from dusk till dawn
I got it in my 20's yo

I aint changing bulbs or patting dogs
I hop on a beat like im a frog
And im fly just like a hawk
I run through you like juggernaut
I'll go to your house to come n see you
Make your residence evil
Dont make me your nemesis
Your far from a redfield
Dont feel my streets of rage
Im axel and i got a blade
Cut you like im wesley snipes
And hit 3 pointers with your head
Then ill eat your rice krispies
Snap crackle n pop your testees
You can call me jason
Even when its not friday the 13th



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Writer(s): Ali Butt
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