kya bolte hai ne ji dhaba
kya bol re babay
apun kuch karte hai na
yaar apni public ke liye
karte hai na aayeb patel look ke liye bhai
ha ha apna pasha ke liye
o ho ek number
kya bolte hai kidhar hai tu
kidhar hai abhi
bambai satar me aa ba
tum kidhar ho

tere shootero ka khaas mere gali me
pure shehar ki aawaz mere gali me
pray kiya namaj mere gali me
maa pe gaali ko chamat mere gali me
o police aayi lagi waat mere gali me
ek number sari baat mere gali me
accha wo nikli tere gali me
par ab wo mere gali me
o mere gali me, gali gali gali me
o mere gali me, gali gali gali me
ha tere shootero ka khaas mere gali me
pure shehar ki aawaz mere gali me
o mere gali me, gali gali gali me
o mere gali me, gali gali gali me
o police aayi lagi waat mere gali me
ek number sari baat mere gali me
dekho to idhar mere gali me hai ghar
chote chote, lekin jara dekho
dil me hai jagah beshumar, dekho paar
kabhi bhi gali se madad dene ko taiyar
garibi chalenge, lekin farebi karenge nahi
jale pe talenge lekin padli rulegi nahi
jaha bhi chalenge bole hatela jhukega nahi
kyu, kyu ke hatela hai meri gali ka tarika
salika sikhela hai
roshan chauk ki avli bawali
ye raunak bombay ki chaal kamal
saubat vich mohabbat wali
ye daulat shaurat jake kama leve
whatever chivi my greed pakde pakdi pe
machhi vachhi fansave
khitpit karve marji par
chhapre chadhve chhapri deve
iski topi uske sar
aadi karve jo bhi chipam chapi
uski pasli par
o mere gali me, gali gali gali me
o mere gali me, gali gali gali me
tere shootero ka khaas mere gali me
pure shehar ki aawaz mere gali me
o mere gali me, gali gali gali me
o mere gali me, gali gali gali me
police aayi lagi waat mere gali me
ek number sari baat mere gali me
masti hai khalibali, chalta main jhabi jhabi
ghere money money, sabkuch navi navi
chhu ke sath deve dharti mujhe ghadi ghadi
karte kuch nahi, baate sirf badi badi
jadu pate tere, khilta nahi humi humi
main aur aap sath, gaane me koi kami nahi
gas jali, jond jali, dum lagi lagi
hath ghumi saad lage, bhage mummy mummy
mushkil naam ki ladki hai
jispe mausi bhadki hai
dusri ladki kadki hai
jispe sabki hatti hai
tisri hum pe marti hai
khushi sab samajhti hai
shor mere gali me, wo to sala mantri hai
role mere gali me, ek se ek khatri hai
jhol mere gali me, pura karke wat liye
police aayi gali me
mere shooter sare wat liye
o mere gali me, gali gali gali me
o mere gali me, gali gali gali me
tere shootero ka khaas mere gali me
pure shehar ki aawaz mere gali me
o mere gali me, gali gali gali me
o mere gali me, gali gali gali me
o police aayi lagi waat mere gali me
ek number sari baat mere gali me
mere gali me, mere gali me
tere shootero ka khaas mere gali me
mere gali me, mere gali me
o police aayi lagi waat mere gali me
o mere gali me, gali gali gali me
tere shootero ka khaas mere gali me
o mere gali me, gali gali gali me
ek number sari baat mere gali me
mere gali me

What's that you say, friend?
What's the word, my brother?
We gotta do something, right?
For our people, yes?
For Aib Patel, yes?
For our Pasha, yes?
One-derful!
What's up, where you at?
Where are you now?
Come to Bombay's heart, bae
Where are you?

Your shooters' crew, in my street
The whole city's voice, in my street
Prayers and rituals, in my street
Swear on a mother, a slap in my street
Oh, the cops arrive, a mess in my street
Everything's top-notch, in my street
She left your street you see
But now, she's in my street
Oh, in my street, street street street
Oh, in my street, street street street
Yes, your shooters' crew, in my street
The whole city's voice, in my street
Oh, in my street, street street street
Oh, in my street, street street street
Oh, the cops arrive, a mess in my street
Everything's top-notch, in my street
Look, here in my street, are homes
Small, but see
Hearts with endless room, see beyond
Always ready to help from the street
Poverty we'll walk, but deceit, never
On burning coals we'll tread, but the fire, never
Wherever we go, we say, the haughty will not bow
Why? Because the street's the way
The culture we've learned

Roshni Chowk's chaos and riot
This flamboyance, Bombay's dance, sublime
Comradeship with love entwined
This wealth, this fame, go earn it all
Whatever chases my greed, caught, grabbed, seized
Fish we'll catch, whatever we can
Squabbles will brew as we wish
Jump on the roof, give the style
His cap on another's head
Confront whoever tries to be sneaky
On their ribs
Oh, in my street, street street street
Oh, in my street, street street street
Your shooters' crew, in my street
The whole city's voice, in my street
Oh, in my street, street street street
Oh, in my street, street street street
The cops arrive, a mess in my street
Everything's top-notch, in my street
Fun is a whirlwind, I move fast, fast
Money is the goal, everything is new, new
Giving my earth a kiss, moment by moment
Doing nothing, only big talk
Magic in your hands, not blossoming for us
You and I together, no shortage in the song
Gas burns, joints burn, the lungs are lit
Hands spin, the city moves, Mom runs away
Trouble is a girl's name
On whom an aunt explodes
Another girl is a stunner
On whom everyone is fixated
The third one is in love with us
Happiness understands all
Noise in my street, the minister, you see
Trouble in my street, the bravest, one and all
A mess in my street, finished with the mess
The police arrive in the street
All my shooters are a mess
Oh, in my street, street street street
Oh, in my street, street street street
Your shooters' crew, in my street
The whole city's voice, in my street
Oh, in my street, street street street
Oh, in my street, street street street
Oh, the cops arrive, a mess in my street
Everything's top-notch, in my street
In my street, in my street
Your shooters' crew, in my street
In my street, in my street
Oh, the cops arrive, a mess in my street
Oh, in my street, street street street
Your shooters' crew, in my street
Oh, in my street, street street street
Everything's top-notch, in my street
In my street.