Chai Tea, what the hell is that!?
Daikho, you just hit the stove (so gharam, ay)
Panera got you thinkin you could make a loaf
Please don’t call it naan bread (why you call it that?)
Stealing from the culture that’s the wrong trend
This a roti, not a flatbread, goray gotta stop
This tandoori got the naan hot, you could feel the aagh
Ay, give me my achar (I wanna see that drip)
You aint got masala you should get a jar (get it, get it)
Yes, I move through Bangla with the Bhanra step (chakday pathay)
Got a chapal deal I got my sock wet (Fitay moo)
Pack a lip with paan (only meetha paan)
how i go from sixer to the minister like Khan?
Make me wanna thook (I just gotta *thook*)
Microwave abusing 'cause they scared to cook (penchod, penchod)
I don’t taste the ghee, (it’s not oily b!)
I’d be scared to take this up to amijee
Ayy, I just keep it seeda, I don’t eat no pita
Yeah I’m lightweight but I keep the pait decent
I make garam khana, I’m the chai wala
This is fruit chaat don’t you call it fruit salad
I’m the kulcha kaka, I’m the puri baba
I’m the dosa dada, I’m the paratha papa
I’m selective what I eat
Don’t you put it on my plate if it aint made with desi ghee
My atta spinnin', butter chicken, the tava kickin' (x3)
My atta spinnin'
This a roti, not a flatbread, goray gotta stop
My atta spinnin', butter chicken, the tava kickin' (x3)
My atta spinnin'
This tandoori got the naan hot, you could feel the aagh