Punjabi Song - Das Racist, Heems

Get fucked up, get bud

Just don’t leave your drink around me

‘Cause the shit will get drunk up

Everybody fuck around

Shut the fuck up

I can’t even hear what you’re saying, girl

Shut up

Jokes, I’m playing, I’m drunk, fuck

Oh shit, oh my god, I’m so fucked up, what’s up?

Yeah, girl, stick your butt up

Shake it all around

Make the dollar, pound, peso, yen, rupee

And groovy, just like a movie

Ooey, truly zooted out

I don’t even know what it to do me

Move it out, move it in

Okay, let me do it again…

Okay

Sweaty, heady, Eddie Spaghetti told me to chill out

Tryna cause some fun so I pulled a bunch of bills out

The booze ain’t the problem

The other shit it lead to

When it come to wildin' believe in no equal

Me and Bikram drunk and we wildin' in Queens

Promoter buggin, screamin' «Who the fuck invited Heems?»

So much Bacardi started speaking dumb

Then I tried to snub Dap

It must’ve been Puerto Rican rum

Young Amitabh, I’m a don

Single malt neat, I prefer Oban

Or that aged shit, twenty-five Mcallan

Mommy drunk quick ‘cause she only eat salads

Pissy drunk, wildin' drunk

‘Bout to get dissy

Huh?