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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!
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