Rob C - Just Bring It lyrics
[Rob C - Just Bring It lyrics]
Studio mein duniya ke hutiyon se door
Dimaagi ye fitoor
Rap meri bandi, na main daalu kohinoor
Uske chehre pe wo noor, jaise kareena kapoor
Bethe mere boys in every neighborhood
Gaadiyon mein HP ki pahadiyon mein
Make out karte wild homies jhaadiyon mein
Pahaari boys hain jo ghuse
Apni laarhiyon mein
Check karte girls mini skirts
Ya phir saarhiyon mein
Naal jatt mere maula, jekar hoje beere raula
Ta kadd de khidona, kaanu panga eh karona
Chandigarh de munde, saare velly
Par hain hustler
Get the dough, got the flow
Vaadhu apne customer
Life badi chhoti, par dealing badi moti
4 bande saath khaate 2 waqt waali roti
Chhod gayi khud aur khud hi wo lauti
Kebab jaise rappers serve kare thay galouti
Jo karte mujhe hate unke paas nahi dp
Inke idols ki jo li thi
Inka barh gaya tha bp
All I do is really rap
Well my thoughts? Fuck a bot
Rob in the building
Waiting in the parking lot
Jinki khud na koi pehchaan baantay aake gyaan
Main chala on the kaanch
March like Babbu Maan
Itna zyaada lyrical, baatein samjhega tu kal
Karu beat ka katal, na koi mera hamshakal
Na koi mera hamsafar
Par nahi hoon main lonely
Chahiye wo bad chick jo ho thodi homely
Ye baaki rapper frooty
Bas hilaate apni booty
Inki nikalti hai mooty
Jab cheekhein mere scooby
Chehre pe smile leke aate beere kaatil
Maine seekha from the legends, Pac
Biggie and Nasir
Competition M&M, ye banna chahte Mr mathers
Inka baap aaya back, sikhaane inko manners
Kinne karde mennu hate but
Baby I don’t give a what
Dimaagi ye fitoor
Rap meri bandi, na main daalu kohinoor
Uske chehre pe wo noor, jaise kareena kapoor
Bethe mere boys in every neighborhood
Gaadiyon mein HP ki pahadiyon mein
Make out karte wild homies jhaadiyon mein
Pahaari boys hain jo ghuse
Apni laarhiyon mein
Check karte girls mini skirts
Ya phir saarhiyon mein
Naal jatt mere maula, jekar hoje beere raula
Ta kadd de khidona, kaanu panga eh karona
Chandigarh de munde, saare velly
Par hain hustler
Get the dough, got the flow
Vaadhu apne customer
Life badi chhoti, par dealing badi moti
4 bande saath khaate 2 waqt waali roti
Chhod gayi khud aur khud hi wo lauti
Kebab jaise rappers serve kare thay galouti
Jo karte mujhe hate unke paas nahi dp
Inke idols ki jo li thi
Inka barh gaya tha bp
All I do is really rap
Well my thoughts? Fuck a bot
Rob in the building
Waiting in the parking lot
Jinki khud na koi pehchaan baantay aake gyaan
Main chala on the kaanch
March like Babbu Maan
Itna zyaada lyrical, baatein samjhega tu kal
Karu beat ka katal, na koi mera hamshakal
Na koi mera hamsafar
Par nahi hoon main lonely
Chahiye wo bad chick jo ho thodi homely
Ye baaki rapper frooty
Bas hilaate apni booty
Inki nikalti hai mooty
Jab cheekhein mere scooby
Chehre pe smile leke aate beere kaatil
Maine seekha from the legends, Pac
Biggie and Nasir
Competition M&M, ye banna chahte Mr mathers
Inka baap aaya back, sikhaane inko manners
Kinne karde mennu hate but
Baby I don’t give a what