kash jo laga le nasha
sar chad jane de baki
kash jo laga le nasha
phir sar chad jane de baki
hosh bhi ho jaye dhua dhua
we rocking hip hoping
ye sara club goes round & round
no riding and singing
the gangster song
we rocking hip hoping
ye sara club goes round & round
no riding and singing
the gangster song

rangrez si gori sar chad kar boli
ye khel nashila nashe bin kya jeena
ha aazma le zamane ko ab
zarra zarra thag ban betaaj badshah
apna to style hi alag
chalta jaise ye wildly alag
angrez dimag ka file hi alag
bhai jag bole to kaise galat ha
we rock hip hop
ye sara club goes round & round
yo ride and sing
we rocking hip hoping
ye sara club goes round & round
no riding and singing
the gangster song
we rocking hip hoping
ye sara club goes round & round
no riding and singing
the gangster song

thodi thodi french kiss di classa
le ke aagi hath ch fadh ke glassa
figure tera tip top te raat dark
kudi bonafide bomb pataka
ha jane na tu kuch
puri puri raat tere nakhro ke charche
hazaaro mein ye baat
belly wala top look super hot
instagram tera har vehle cloat
try tune hot shorts mari jaye short short
teaser deti rahti mujhe luk luk try hard

kash jo laga le nasha
phir sar chad jane de baki
hosh bhi jaye dhua dhua
kash jo laga le nasha
phir sar chad jane de baki
hosh bhi jaye dhua dhua ha

we rocking hip hoping
ye sara club goes round & round
no riding and singing
the gangster song
we rocking hip hoping
ye sara club goes round & round
no riding and singing
the gangster song

A drag, inhale the haze,
Let the rest ascend, ablaze.
A drag, inhale the haze,
Then let the headlands maze.
Consciousness, a wisp of smoke,
We rock, hip-hop, evoke.
The whole club spins, a circling plea,
No riding, singing, wild and free.
The gangster's song, a wicked art,
We rock, hip-hop, a beating heart.

Like a dyer's touch, the bullet speaks,
This game, intoxicating, life it seeks.
Test the world, now, fearless, bold,
Every particle, a king of old.
Our style unique, a rebel's stride,
Wildly distinct, where truths reside.
English mind, a different file,
How can the world ever revile?
We rock, hip-hop, the rhythm's beat,
The whole club spins, a dancing feat.
Yo, ride and sing, let voices soar,
We rock, hip-hop, forevermore.

A little French kiss, a classy grace,
Taking your hand, holding the glass's space.
Your figure's top, the night descends,
A bona fide bomb, the night transcends.
You know nothing, in this world's embrace,
All night long, your charm and grace.
Thousands speak, in wonder's hold,
Belly top, a story told.
Instagram, a constant gleam,
Hot shorts, a whispered dream.
Teasing looks, a fiery art,
Look look, you ignite the heart.

A drag, inhale the haze,
Then let the headlands maze.
Consciousness, a wisp of smoke,
A drag, inhale the haze,
Then let the headlands maze.
Consciousness, a wisp of smoke.

We rock, hip-hop, evoke,
The whole club spins, a circling plea,
No riding, singing, wild and free.
The gangster's song, a wicked art,
We rock, hip-hop, a beating heart.
The whole club spins, a dancing plea,
No riding, singing, wild and free.
The gangster's song, eternally.