Rob C - 2005 lyrics
[Rob C - 2005 lyrics]
Sardi ke din thay, 2005 ke
School pohancha tha main subah daant khaa ke
Cycle chala ke, tel laga ke
Side waali tip top cheer bana ke
Pehle hi period mein lag gaye L
Class se bahar jab tak baji nai bell
Ye baat hai jab nahi aaya tha Meek
Mere saath hota tha mera yaar Prateek
Aur Aditya, beere dono hi baddy
Aaj shot by adi ban gaya ka daddy
Sunte they rap pirated CD mein
Aaj baje gaane har ek city mein
Chhoti moti baat pe maar kutaai
Paper se ek din pehle parhaai
Cycle thi hero, vaise thay zero
Aaj dete brands mujhe mooh maangе zero
2005 ka wo saal tha
Sunta main rap din raat tha
2005 ka wo saal tha
Sunta main rap din raat tha
2005 ka wo saal tha
Sunta main rap din raat tha
2005 ka wo saal tha
Sunta main rap din raat tha
Dassvi mein dekhi mainе movie 8 Mile
Maintain karta tha rap ki ek file
Floppy aur CD ka tha wo zamana
School se chhuti ka daily bahaana
Banana, aur music bajaana
Night out ke liye dost bulaana
80% leke tera bhai hua paas
11vi mein pehli baar suna phir Nas
Koi bandi nahi thi, par ban gaya banda
Pehli baar jab pada police ka danda
College ki bhasad par parh gaya parcha
Hui phir bail, aur bohat saara kharcha
Ma meri kehndi menu putt tu sambhal ja
Yaaran naal ghumann tu raat nu ghatt ja
Sheher Chandigarh beere jaise ek nasha
Aur koi nashe ki na thi kabhi jagah
2005 ka wo saal tha
Sunta main rap din raat tha
2005 ka wo saal tha
Sunta main rap din raat tha
Ab thoda hua mai jawan sa
Rap ka bhoot sawar tha
Rap ka bhoot sawar tha rap ka
Wo hasste thay mujhpe aaj unpe main hassta
Hazaron ke dilon mein aaj main basta
Kabhi cycle ke pichey leke jaata tha bassta
Aaj money bags bank leke jaata main hassta
Ha ha ha, par ye koi joke nahi
Rukne ka chhote ab koi scope nahi
Rukenge gaane jab rukengi saanse
Hum hain wo heere jo khud ko taraashe
Logon ki good books ke alag syllabus
Par main toh bad boy, nahi kabhi tha bebas
Bola sab mooh pe, mooh ki ni khaai
Ek taraf aag, dooji taraf thi khaai
Ye hate kare mujhe jaise doodh mein malaai
Par mooh pe ye mere naariyal ki mithai
Mere bade bare khwaab jo bante ab hakeekat
Tabhee kuch logon ke liye bana main museebat
Oh Man! Kabhi socha nahi tha
Apni bhi toh shuru se hobby thi bro oh Man!
Rob C 0172
Harsh on the beat boy
School pohancha tha main subah daant khaa ke
Cycle chala ke, tel laga ke
Side waali tip top cheer bana ke
Pehle hi period mein lag gaye L
Class se bahar jab tak baji nai bell
Ye baat hai jab nahi aaya tha Meek
Mere saath hota tha mera yaar Prateek
Aur Aditya, beere dono hi baddy
Aaj shot by adi ban gaya ka daddy
Sunte they rap pirated CD mein
Aaj baje gaane har ek city mein
Chhoti moti baat pe maar kutaai
Paper se ek din pehle parhaai
Cycle thi hero, vaise thay zero
Aaj dete brands mujhe mooh maangе zero
2005 ka wo saal tha
Sunta main rap din raat tha
2005 ka wo saal tha
Sunta main rap din raat tha
2005 ka wo saal tha
Sunta main rap din raat tha
2005 ka wo saal tha
Sunta main rap din raat tha
Dassvi mein dekhi mainе movie 8 Mile
Maintain karta tha rap ki ek file
Floppy aur CD ka tha wo zamana
School se chhuti ka daily bahaana
Banana, aur music bajaana
Night out ke liye dost bulaana
80% leke tera bhai hua paas
11vi mein pehli baar suna phir Nas
Koi bandi nahi thi, par ban gaya banda
Pehli baar jab pada police ka danda
College ki bhasad par parh gaya parcha
Hui phir bail, aur bohat saara kharcha
Ma meri kehndi menu putt tu sambhal ja
Yaaran naal ghumann tu raat nu ghatt ja
Sheher Chandigarh beere jaise ek nasha
Aur koi nashe ki na thi kabhi jagah
2005 ka wo saal tha
Sunta main rap din raat tha
2005 ka wo saal tha
Sunta main rap din raat tha
Ab thoda hua mai jawan sa
Rap ka bhoot sawar tha
Rap ka bhoot sawar tha rap ka
Wo hasste thay mujhpe aaj unpe main hassta
Hazaron ke dilon mein aaj main basta
Kabhi cycle ke pichey leke jaata tha bassta
Aaj money bags bank leke jaata main hassta
Ha ha ha, par ye koi joke nahi
Rukne ka chhote ab koi scope nahi
Rukenge gaane jab rukengi saanse
Hum hain wo heere jo khud ko taraashe
Logon ki good books ke alag syllabus
Par main toh bad boy, nahi kabhi tha bebas
Bola sab mooh pe, mooh ki ni khaai
Ek taraf aag, dooji taraf thi khaai
Ye hate kare mujhe jaise doodh mein malaai
Par mooh pe ye mere naariyal ki mithai
Mere bade bare khwaab jo bante ab hakeekat
Tabhee kuch logon ke liye bana main museebat
Oh Man! Kabhi socha nahi tha
Apni bhi toh shuru se hobby thi bro oh Man!
Rob C 0172
Harsh on the beat boy