Okay. Mercedes Benzy // Your sangat they so thirsty // doing simran on our carpets cos this year we hosting barsi Mercedes Benzy // Your sangat they so hungry // walking cos we got that Nagar Kirtan Rockys for free x2 I watch your pennies drop // as you matha-tek Counting up the money that's the gas paid Built a marble palace up in here -- must contain 10% spent on plush fittings 'stead of pain Your place // my place // this Gurdwara is shared space Everybody welcome just as long as you're from my race We're seeing out the plan // spreading words of Truth Business deal making doing it to win G-G-G-Gurdwara // Committee-wale Vote-an and gimmie money, I'm the Punjabi Stalin! Mercedes Benzy // Your sangat they so thirsty// eating langar in our kitchens for prauthe and lassi Mercedes Benzy // Your sangat they so hungry // even though they know, I'll never give up my kursi x2 Yuh! We'll book your wedding // take your money then hath-jorr // Bye! Not like you asked how Anand Karaj works or why! Ain't for us to ask if you're a Sikh, guy Once we got our fees there's no refund What we want is your cash money All we want is your cash money Why should we care if you ain't aware of the laavan you take in the ceremony? Siropa beti // and you son We give these away // that's you done Now it's time to make more cash Tell your guests about the building fund Mar-ble // Ceiling // under-floor heating We want to add a heli-pad when Pardhaan comes for meeting Mercedes Benzy // Your sangat they so hungry // walking cos we got that Nagar Kirtan Rockys for free Mercedes Benzy // Your sangat they so thirsty// eating langar in our kitchens for prauthe and lassi Okay. Mercedes Benzy // Your sangat they so thirsty // doing simran on our carpets cos this year we hosting barsi Mercedes Benzy // Your sangat they so hungry // even though they know, I'll never give up my kursi Dress in suits, shirt and tie We never clean toilets that's why We never make langar that's why We never read paath that's why Talk to the sangat like they're lower caste We are committee // they only count last Tie up our dhaaris with netting and taatees Dress up our wives in ten thousand pound saris Driving 4x4s this is our Sardari Our pals play kabaddi they're gangsters and yardies Next generation we grooming them up Turning resistance into gup-shup Youth say its elders, but we're not corrupt It's not your turn kids, we've seen you erupt We're not intolerant bundeh, we're squabbling lafengeh We only know pungeh, we're Sikhs on Sunday...! ...cuz we committee man...cuz we committee....

Babas in Paris Naam jap so hard Shatan can't find me T-Series wanna sign me What's 50 lakh to a Baba like me, can you please remind me? Jap so hard, this naam crazy Go to gurdwara, eat jalebi Drink some chaa, then go on stage And wild out like this naam gravy Jap so hard we clown these Poor bechare gianis I tell their sangat life is good and make them give me money Ayo: my chele they see me on Zee TV, In Kenya, Toronto, the UK, in Cali, Naam jap so hard, got a paycheck From my boys in the RSS They're wack but it's cool though As long as they pay me Bro Naam jap so hard, I'm shocked too I'm supposed to be locked up too If you do what I do You'll be in Zona doin yoga too Naam jap so hard I get paid My Swiss account is cray cray Got a gold watch, a big yacht, Looting people all day Naam jap so hard, yo behave and I might let you meet me in my Audi, my Beamer, my Benz or my Bentley Naam jap so hard, Shatan can't find me That naam cray That naam cray That naam cray Naam jap so hard, Shatan can't find me That naam cray That naam cray That naam cray She said, Baba, I don't know what to do I said, don't kabrah just do what you do She said okay but came back in an hour And I say I don't know just give me 50 dollars Jap so hard, that naam cray, ain't it mayn Say it a lot and I get paid Then I go out, to my pind And buy all the land like I'm with the Indian Government Stupid munda, idher aa, do this sa re ga ma pa, I'll sit back and watch you play, then tell my sangat it was me Other babe ain't do it right if you ask me Cause my way's the sacha way, I keep it classy My sathis right here And my sangat right there And my pandit in front With his very red hair Docsaab says I'm real ill Then he give me mad bills I'm that Baba in Paris, and I'm goin gorillas, huh!