Muscle Caran

My shoes ask my [Kurta: a long traditional tunic] today, my lad

Tell me, where is this [Sardar: a term of respect for a Sikh leader or nobleman] headed?

My shoes ask my [Kurta: a long traditional tunic] today, my lad

Tell me, where is this [Sardar: a term of respect for a Sikh leader or nobleman] headed?

The Mauser pistol tucked at my waist starts to speak

The Mauser pistol tucked at my waist starts to speak

Folks stay fixated on the trouble my mustache stirs up

We keep the bass thumping heavy in our muscle cars

We cast bitter glares and hold our stubborn ground

We are the same ones, my sweet, who look lethal even in nightsuits

But keep the crease of our [Pajama: traditional trousers] sharp and standing

We keep the bass thumping heavy in our muscle cars

We cast bitter glares and hold our stubborn ground

We are the same ones, my sweet, who look lethal even in nightsuits

But keep the crease of our [Pajama: traditional trousers] sharp and standing

We keep the bass thumping heavy in our muscle cars

We cast bitter glares and hold our stubborn ground

We cast bitter glares and hold our stubborn ground

We keep the bass thumping heavy in our muscle cars

What’s there to say about the cops?

Choppers are circling overhead

Your truly's brotherhood consists of the [Area Toppers: most powerful figures in the region], my girl

The ones with drifting minds and brokers of enmity

With the heavy chests of [Slaughterers: cold-blooded warriors], my girl

The [Vaka: historic feat/monumental event] you heard of in your city is true

The [Vaka: historic feat/monumental event] you heard of in your city is true

We keep our knees firmly on the necks of those low-life jokers

We keep the bass thumping heavy in our muscle cars

We cast bitter glares and hold our stubborn ground

We are the same ones, my sweet, who look lethal even in nightsuits

But keep the crease of our [Pajama: traditional trousers] sharp and standing

We keep the folds of our turbans slanted and sharp

They keep carrying out these operations, one after another

The enemies wake up trembling in constant worry

They keep links from the village to [Surrey: a city in Canada with a high Punjabi population] so no one escapes

Plentiful issues and plentiful weapons, these boys are carefree, circling in cars

Circling, circling

The era of the enemies is nearing its end

Who can even stand in a contest against us?

We aren’t the ones who stalk young maidens to waste time

We are the ones who shatter the delusions of those acting tough

No mercy shown and no songs heard in plea

When death itself resides in this youth’s eyes

A hawk against the world, no forgiveness for the wicked

We don’t leave justice to the paperwork or the courts

We place our trust in the Almighty God

The world bears witness, our singular thought is worth a hundred thousand

The engines roar like storms standing in the driveway

The car tires are tightly hugging those alloys

Look at the cream of the youth cruising around

They take rounds with engines hot as a furnace

My reflection is visible in the Meguiar’s wax

My reflection is visible in the Meguiar’s wax

[Self-reference to the artist Tarsem Jassar] and his kin keep their cars pristine

We keep the bass thumping heavy in our muscle cars

We cast bitter glares and hold our stubborn ground

We are the same ones, my sweet, who look lethal even in nightsuits

But keep the crease of our [Pajama: traditional trousers] sharp and standing

We keep the bass thumping heavy in our muscle cars

We cast bitter glares and hold our stubborn ground

We cast bitter glares and hold our stubborn ground

We keep the bass thumping heavy in our muscle cars

The mustache’s reflection hits the mirrors, the [Yaar: close friends/brothers] have a grand reputation

Inquire anywhere, we never back down from our stand

An enemy is an eyesore, but a friend makes the heart of Delhi beat

I hit the gym at dawn so no one can cut my path

There is no "I" or "Me" here, it’s always "We" and "Us"

There is no "I" or "Me" here, it’s always "We" and "Us"

If any enemy dares to look our way, we keep the guns loaded

We keep the bass thumping heavy in our muscle cars

We cast bitter glares and hold our stubborn ground

We are the same ones, my sweet, who look lethal even in nightsuits

But keep the crease of our [Pajama: traditional trousers] sharp and standing

We keep the bass thumping heavy in our muscle cars

We cast bitter glares and hold our stubborn ground

We cast bitter glares and hold our stubborn ground

We keep the bass thumping heavy in our muscle cars