Shook
Raja Kumari Lyrics

One, two, one two, nah killers don't talk Make sure you don't get in our way
We are killers who don't talk, so beware not to obstruct our path.

One, two, one two, my pillow don't talk Make sure you don't get in our way Get in our way, make sure you don't get in our way Get in our way, make sure you don't get in our way
Just like my pillow doesn't talk, we won't talk about what we do. Do not block us or get in our way, or you'll regret it.

Diamond bindi shining with the bangles out Fuck pushing up in Bentley trucks Only G6, bitch, you know them wheels is up Praise to my maker, got that Hindu guap Only ring from a pharaoh, better be King Tut Gully Gang in the sling, fucker test your luck When the last time you seen a Hindustani stunt? Third world, shit for real From the East End, never be shit if you sleep Bitch resilient, 'cause I break bread with a billion Respect for the my bloodline, the deceased Send my Benjis over to Gandhi, and now we feast King that, bring the crown back with the jewels Yeah, you took that, ut it's the get back, issa mood Bitch, I chin-check, every syllable for the street Yeah, the world blind but my third eye see the heat (Rrrah)
Flaunting my wealth through my diamond bindi and bangles, I disregard fancy cars like Bentley Trucks, preferring G6s. I praise my god while also enjoying my Hindu wealth and pharaoh-level jewelry. Those who challenge us, the Gully Gang, will be unlucky. When was the last time you saw an impressive stunt from a Hindustani like me? Coming from the Third World, my success is real, and I come from the East End, where sleeping or giving up is never an option. I show resilience because I share bread with billions of others. I respect my ancestors and send money to Gandhi. We'll now feast as a king and queen. You may have taken my crown and jewels, but we'll get it back. I specialize in street lyrics and have a third-eye vision that sees through the world's blindness.

Crushed flax seeds in the green tea, life infinity Breathe so much intensity 'til my nose bleed I3 when she look at me, two versus three Shiva, bitch I never sleep, I'm a trinity Smoke rings, sticky-icky ting, that Manali cream Bomb with the native tongue, got that California heat Of course he wanna eat me, sweet as lychee But he ain't never caught a head shot from a genie Like Coogi be on "Juicy," on that Biggie beat Shook when you see a deity, we be army deep Young Gods run with Kumaris, new monarchy You could never live a day they see, thug odyssey (Rrrah, check 'em out)
I enjoy healthier drinks like green tea and crushed flax seeds, leading to infinite life. I breathe with such intensity that my nose bleeds. I have an IQ of 3, giving me a triune nature that never sleeps. Smoking weed and indulging in potent Manali cream make me charming, but no one should dare try to harm me. I rap effortlessly and have that California heat. People may be attracted to me, but they never mess with me like they would with a genie. Like Coogi on "Juicy," I am a natural talent that goes well with the iconic Biggie beat. We are an army of deities that will shake you to your very core. The young gods like me belong to a new monarchy, and mere mortals cannot live the way we do. This is our thug odyssey. (Rrrah! Check us out!)

Like Coogi be on "Juicy," on that Biggie beat Shook when you see a deity, we be army deep Like Coogi be on "Juicy," on that Biggie beat Shook when you see a deity, we be army deep
Just like Coogi on "Juicy" complements the legendary Biggie beat, our deities strike fear and awe when encountered. We come in large numbers like an army.