[Intro]
Ho!
Hands up, hands up
Turn it up, turn it up (hey!)
[Verse 1]
Fresh fade, phulkari on my jacket
Maa di dua, that’s the magic, can’t cap it
From gali to the stage, I’m the traffic
Whole block moves when I’m talking in Punjabi, that’s habit
Gold kada flash when I wave in the air
Cousins in the back, all the aunties in the chair
Uncle with the Lassi and a Long Island there
Everybody screaming when the beat kick—chakk de phatte, they stare
[Chorus]
From the Punjab to the pavement, we go crazy (go crazy)
Bhangra on the bassline, make it wavy (so wavy)
Left step, right step, shoulders shaking
Whole world feels that dhol drum quaking
Hands up, hands up if you rate this (hey!)
Brown boy bounce, can you take this?
From the Punjab to the pavement, we go crazy
Bhangra hip hop, that’s the language, baby
[Verse 2]
Sneakers on the rug at the wedding hall floor
Grandma saying “bus,” but she’s asking for more
She know every move, from gidda to the core
I just add a little slide, little spin, little roar (rah!)
Auto-rickshaw ride, speakers on blast
Traffic at a standstill, but the vibe move fast
Passport full stamps, got the culture in my clasp
Same groove in Toronto, Delhi, London—one mass
[Chorus]
From the Punjab to the pavement, we go crazy (go crazy)
Bhangra on the bassline, make it wavy (so wavy)
Left step, right step, shoulders shaking
Whole world feels that dhol drum quaking
Hands up, hands up if you rate this (hey!)
Brown boy bounce, can you take this?
From the Punjab to the pavement, we go crazy
Bhangra hip hop, that’s the language, baby