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What you know ’bout street? You go outside
Everyday you put on your suit and tie and got work
You see this? These are my world
We outside (DIVINE, what’s good?)
My employee are in my team… (Five-nine, aye)
Uh, sab boss yahan baithe aur tu kisi ka toh naukar hai
Laaya kaali truck, saat feet wala chauffeur hai
90s wale launde, 42 mere bolt pe
1000 CC engine, do pahiye, full throttle hai
Qaatil hai, bhai tera qaatil hai
Sabhi bhai shaatir hain, gully wala style
Poora kiya maine father hai
Bol kya kiya nahi saabit hai
Akela main sher aur tu chalta yahan musafir hai
Bina bole baraste, July wala baadal hai
Chhota bhai Arjun aur bada bhai Nasir hai
Ex nikli dracula, you know why I had to wrap it up
Dost mera strapped, and he knows how to slap it up
Back it up (Back it up)
Dekh aaye tere abba jaan, bhooke jaise Ramadan
Zyada kaam, zyada daam (brr)
Son, we outside like it’s traffic jam (chal)
Son, we outside like it’s traffic jam
Dekh aaye tere abba jaan, bhooke jaise Ramadan
Zyada kaam, zyada daam
Son, we outside like it’s traffic jam (we outside)
Son, we outside like it’s traffic jam
I am in the back of a black truck, black wheels, blacked-out tints
They left the block and they ain’t gettin’ back since
Not me, it’s in my DNA, I just got a cracked-out stench
The .45 on live blew the backed-out twins
Yeah, anything that’ll get you some spare change
Playin’ in the streets though, ain’t no such thing as a fair game
All so simple, tell me why can’t it be?
Broke niggas out here on the verge of insanity
Know I keep it cool, and I don’t ever panic, B
Spend a lil’ bits, stack the racks for the family
And even though it’s drastic, fam
We still outside though like this a traffic jam
What’s up? (What’s up?)
Dekh aaye tere abba jaan, bhooke jaise Ramadan
Zyada kaam, zyada daam (brr)
Son, we outside like it’s traffic jam (chal)
Son, we outside like it’s traffic jam
Dekh aaye tere abba jaan, bhooke jaise Ramadan
Zyada kaam, zyada daam (Gully Gang)
Son, we outside like it’s traffic jam (we outside)
Son, we outside like it’s traffic jam (ha!)
We outside, aur tu dikhta nahi
Tune daali album, par tera chhote bika nahi
Door se salaami, mera-tera koyi rishta nahi
Patte sabko kamane, par kisi ko yahan pisna nahi
Sehwag jaise tod ke Dravid jaise tikna hai
Ganda dhanda wala dost aur shakal se woh chikna hai
Pitna hai, zindagi hai dost aur sabko yahan pitna hai
Mushkilon ko likhna hai aur duniya mein yeh bikna hai
Haan, hum sapne aur dard ko bechte
Sapne huye sach mere dard ko dekh ke (hustler)
Hum sapne aur dard ko bechte
Sapne huye sach yahan dard ko dekh ke (Gully Gang)
Dekh aaye tere abba jaan, bhooke jaise Ramadan
Zyada kaam, zyada daam
Son, we outside like it’s traffic jam
Son, we outside like it’s traffic jam (we outside)
Dekh aaye tere abba jaan, bhooke jaise Ramadan
Zyada kaam, zyada daam
Son, we outside like it’s traffic jam
Son, we outside like it’s traffic jam
Haan, this one’s for my riders
For my drivers
Full throttle, full pedal push
Sambhaal ke, dost, we outsider
What you know ’bout street? You go outside
Everyday you put on your suit and tie and got work
You see this? These are my world
We outside (DIVINE, what’s good?)
My employee are in my team… (Five-nine, aye)
Uh, सब boss यहाँ बैठे और तू किसी का तो नौकर है
लाया काली truck, सात feet वाला chauffeur है
90s वाले लौंडे, 42 मेरे bolt पे
१००० CC engine, दो पहिए, full throttle है
क़ातिल है, भाई तेरा क़ातिल है
सभी भाई शातिर हैं, गली वाला style
पूरा किया मैंने father है
बोल क्या किया नहीं साबित है
अकेला मैं शेर और तू चलता यहाँ मुसाफ़िर है
बिना बोले बरसते, July वाला बादल है
छोटा भाई Arjun और बड़ा भाई Nasir है
Ex निकली dracula, you know why I had to wrap it up
दोस्त मेरा strapped, and he knows how to slap it up
Back it up (Back it up)
देख आए तेरे अब्बा जान, भूके जैसे रमादान
ज़्यादा काम, ज़्यादा दाम (brr)
Son, we outside like it’s traffic जाम (चल)
Son, we outside like it’s traffic जाम
देख आए तेरे अब्बा जान, भूके जैसे रमादान
ज़्यादा काम, ज़्यादा दाम
Son, we outside like it’s traffic जाम (we outside)
Son, we outside like it’s traffic जाम
I am in the back of a black truck, black wheels, blacked-out tints
They left the block and they ain’t gettin’ back since
Not me, it’s in my DNA, I just got a cracked-out stench
The .45 on live blew the backed-out twins
Yeah, anything that’ll get you some spare change
Playin’ in the streets though, ain’t no such thing as a fair game
All so simple, tell me why can’t it be?
Broke niggas out here on the verge of insanity
Know I keep it cool, and I don’t ever panic, B
Spend a lil’ bits, stack the racks for the family
And even though it’s drastic, fam
We still outside though like this a traffic jam
What’s up? (What’s up?)
देख आए तेरे अब्बा जान, भूके जैसे रमादान
ज़्यादा काम, ज़्यादा दाम (brr)
Son, we outside like it’s traffic जाम (चल)
Son, we outside like it’s traffic जाम
देख आए तेरे अब्बा जान, भूके जैसे रमादान
ज़्यादा काम, ज़्यादा दाम (Gully Gang)
Son, we outside like it’s traffic जाम (we outside)
Son, we outside like it’s traffic जाम (ha!)
We outside, और तू दिखता नहीं
तूने डाली album, पर तेरा छोटे बिका नहीं
दूर से सलामी, मेरा-तेरा कोई रिश्ता नहीं
पत्ते सबको कमाने, पर किसी को यहाँ पिसना नहीं
Sehwag जैसे तोड़ के Dravid जैसे टिकना है
गंदा धंधा वाला दोस्त और शकल से वो चिकना है
पिटना है, ज़िंदगी है दोस्त और सबको यहाँ पिटना है
मुश्किलों को लिखना है और दुनिया में ये बिकना है
हाँ, हम सपने और दर्द को बेचते
सपने हुए सच मेरे दर्द को देख के (hustler)
हम सपने और दर्द को बेचते
सपने हुए सच यहाँ दर्द को देख के (Gully Gang)
देख आए तेरे अब्बा जान, भूके जैसे रमादान
ज़्यादा काम, ज़्यादा दाम
Son, we outside like it’s traffic जाम
Son, we outside like it’s traffic जाम (we outside)
देख आए तेरे अब्बा जान, भूके जैसे रमादान
ज़्यादा काम, ज़्यादा दाम
Son, we outside like it’s traffic जाम
Son, we outside like it’s traffic जाम
हाँ, this one’s for my riders
For my drivers
Full throttle, full pedal push
सँभाल के, दोस्त, we outsider
