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“Welcome to India”
“Welcome to India” is an amazing parody on the song “Welcome to Atlanta” by Ludacris. It is composed by two Indian students studying in a University in the U.S. Check it out!!!
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(Updated: December 2002)
Yaa, MC Vikram and Luda Krishna representing you,
That’s right … increase the volume please … thank you.
Welcome to India, mango juices and lassi, samosa crazy desis
and little kids that are milking the bhainses.
Toothbrush in my pocket, what is that?
We use our fingers here to keep our teeth to clear, who said that?
Luda Krishna here, Vikram owns the Tata gears,
and I’m sitting in the Maruti Supreme,
with the cooling glass on no one bothers me.
because stars since the ever famous Mamooty.
Come with me to a place where we sip Frooties
and we eat the sweets while monkeys roam the streets.
Old uncle sits - big belly and burps smelly (burp!)
Thank you Vikram, would you please pass the jelly,
I mean the pickle, hand it down this way … Namaste
we greet the people at the end of the day!
Sixty five people hanging out, the door starts coming out.
Therefore, please don’t raise your hand, you are not sure.
I broke into the local corner-store,
bought myself a very nice looking carroms board.
My fingers get sore when I shoot and I score,
and the ladkis all scream coz they all want some more,
of the Luda Krishna and the Vikram MC,
Sweetest things to hit the States since Mango Chutney.
We keep the kundis shaking, you better trust me.
The name is Luda Krishna, but my friends call me Thambi, watch!! (burp!)
Ohhh, Vikram, is that you my friend?!
That is me my friend!
Oh, please enter this rap game!
Ok man! C’mon … tell me where you are going my friend.
Welcome to India where the cows eat hay,
and we drive auto-rickshaws everyday,
Goat-meat, yummy sweets, wild monkeys roaming,
The roosters don’t crow till five in the morning! (2x)
Now the kundis don’t jiggle till I am rapping,
So please don’t pass the gas when you are laughing.
Up the music charts like mango trees I climb,
With a smooth voice like mine, is it a crime
Representing FOB-iness since ninety seven?
Rap maharaja, I don’t work at 7-Eleven.
Throw your hands in the air if you’ve got facial hair,
Not just for the guys, c’mon ladies be fair!
I’m the MFP - Most FOB-vious Player,
Wearing hot lungis, do you think I really care?
Monday night - computer club,
Tuesday night - at Akbaar grocery saying “Sweet thing, what is up?”
Wednesday - I’m out making Rupees
Thurday - On the lookout for Bharatnatyam queen
Friday - Everybody must know where I’m at,
coz I’m chilling on the field with my big cricket bat.
Saturday - my farts are breezy … believe me,
so strong they will get you mad dizzy,
Sunday - Yaar, I cannot start weeping
because on Monday I will start the creeping .. Hallo!
Ohhhh … I love that my friend!
Yaa dawg, that was funda-stic. Hey thank you, you’re fabulous!
Oh, thank you my friend! Oh …
Welcome to India where the cows eat hay,
and we drive auto-rickshaws everyday,
Goat-meat, yummy sweets, wild monkeys roaming,
The roosters don’t crow till five in the morning! (2x)
Oh, oh, Go Luda, go Luda.
Ah, its my b’day!
That is your b’day man!
Yaaaaah. You go boy!
Oh oh oh … it’s great!
Ah, Indian anthem my friend. Good night!
Alright, goodbye … kiss my buttocks!!
- NetRyder (July 2002)