Intro:

Yo, yo Soup Boys

Queens %#@! (Queens %#@!)
(Soup Soup Soup Soup) Alright


Verse 1:

Indians jersey and an Om on my necklace

Outside Van Buren I'm parked in a Lexus
Waiting for the man, I'm waiting for a gram
I'm waiting for the man to put a gram up in my hand

And I'm looking fresh, you'll never find a flyer steeze
I'm in Richmond Hill smoking with the Guyanese
Hindus getting higher than a mother $#&@ing fire kid

Punjabis wild, yo, Himanshu is a Shayar man
They're throwing stones at the Mosque
I'm in tune with goons that's stoned at the Mosque

I'm throwing stones in the zone with my vox
You eating stones I'm seeing drones up top
Like that drone cool, but I hate that drone

Chocolate chip cookie dough in a sugar cone
Drones in the morning, drones in the night
I'm trying to find a pretty drone to take home tonight


Hook:


That drone cool, but I hate that drone
Chocolate chip cookie dough in a sugar cone
Drones in the morning, drones in the night

I'm trying to find a pretty drone to take home tonight

Verse 2:


Timberlands on, polo rugby on my back
I'm outside John Bowne, I'm parked in an Ac

I'm waiting for Jay, Jay got the yay
And when I see Jay all my problems go away
Now I'm drinking with my cousin bars we bum rushing

Drinking White Russians with Russians in Flushing
We can tussle if they look at my cousin's girl
You couldn't last a day in Thurman's world

Moving in Carlos, Carona, taper
If they talk about us, they about to get shanked up
I wake up I'm listening for them to say Hindu

But no problem, then I do like Him do
I'm stoned, I'm stoned at my parent's house
White boys throwing stones at my parent's house

They dot-busting, hate crime, race war
I'm high as space dog, wild as three caged boars


Hook

Verse 3:


I'm rocking Nikes, Timeport Motorola
In front of Cardozo, Toyota Carola

Puff holder, Coca Cola, Back-seat scroller
Back street stroller, hash-tree roller
Chloe bhatura eater, heater holder

He the chosen heathen, he hone in and hold her
For Ransom, my Temple look like a mansion
Hindu centre, we be praying we be dancing

On the boulevard, right on Kissena
We rolling green up, from Mecca to Medina
They throwing stones at the temple

Got me drinking too much, got me going mental
Like that drone modest, but that drone flaunt
All of them drones do what those drones want

Drones want to wild and drones want to kill
Drones want your dome and your bone and your grill


Hook