Kala Tika

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Ayo rapping music
Manshu, Lapgan
I keep mixing my We's and W's up
My V's and W's up

Yo, I'm the man on Long Island like I'm Billy
I told her calma te mami, tranquilli
I'm dusted watching free Villy, Willy
Red dunks on me from milly vanilly
I eat a whole onion raw, I'm in the water like I'm jaws
I punch them in the jaw, pistols on me, quick draw mcgraw
I give my doggy dap up on his paw
Streakin down Main Street screaming Fuck the law

I'm in the old country with my third cousin buzzin
We talking about how you ain't even in the discussion
Shorties like eggs i got a dozen
I got 30 Russians that'll give you a concussion

I'm with a serpent like I'm Vishnu
I'm stacking bread off my mixtape reissues, what's the issue?
Song sound like when the devil tried to kiss you
Said you could listen if you vish to, yo
I'm somewhere surfing in Sri Lanka
Indian girl she like Tatanka with a badanka
I'm somewhere out in Yonkers, that's where I conquer
In the 90s yo they said I was bonkers

I watched Golden Child starring Eddie Murphy
With my attorney out in Edison New Jersey
In a Manny Malhotra New York Rangers jersey
I'm playing Mercey with a birdie who from Turkey

I'm playing manhunt, hiding on the roof
I throw on some Dior I'm feeling fresh up in the booth
I sip 100 proof now I'm feeling so aloof
Grey haired and a sari, she long up in the tooth
Mazda miada coup, Montero jeep
Hear my startac or timeport go beep

I'm in Mozambique with 30 Sikhs
I'm cooking Turkey cheeks
You know I'm with some dirty freaks
I record in a garage then I hit the sabzi bazaar
How bizarre, bullet holes all on my car
Where I smoke the cigar and stroke the guitar
Scar up on my nose from when I wilded like Lamar
I'm a superstar out in Bihar or Qatar
She stroke my sitar on the boat in Malabar
Smoking black tar straight up out the jar
My Serranos charred, my Middle name Kumar
My middle name Kumar, Manshu

What it is what it is
Kala Tika, baby, Kala Tika
Fucking rapping musics