Mr Singh Songtext
von SonnyJim

I′m being me at the end of the day
If you like me, if you do if you don't, here


I spin your head like the exorcist
I grab a chicken by the neck and twist
I sip the Spritzer with a lemon twist
You can′t give me jip, you're just a guinea pig
I raise the cup like 66
You don't stand a chance
Mans a legend like Bagger Vance
Sitting in the Ashram
Rolling out some Afghan
I still spit the rhyme improvising like a jazz band
Orange is the new black
I sip the Saki snap the blue crab
I throw it through the hoop then I do a dab
Wax on, wax off, working through the slab
I′m working through the storm
The solid gold Cuban is the uniform
The human torch
My broads beautiful
Your bitch is nothing more than a booty call
Who are you to talk?
You just chat whatever
I′m lining up the a cappella's
Shortie hitting at the gas like like it the last one ever
I tap the paddle shift
Back in the saddle bag, strap the spliff
I keep the candle lit
Are you some sort of big shot?
Singh man, I pour big shots
Rude boy you get your shit rocked
I′m Great Valentine with the leg
Like I pull up in the Benz make a pit stop, uh

If anyone comes looking for trouble
They've got back up
Just looking at someone known as ′screwing'
Can be enough to start a fight

If someone screwed us in the street
And looking at me in some mad way yeah
Thats when everyone just starts yapping

So what, [...], you′d actually respond in a violent way
Just because of the way someone looks at you

Yeah, if they want look at you, like, in a dirty way
(They're challenging you, innit) Its standard, innit
[...] better than taking you for a dick head innit?