[Intro]
Check it, yo, from Mumbai to Compton,
Tryna blend in, but the curry still stomp'n.
[Verse 1]
Fresh off the plane, straight outta Bombay,
Corners of Compton, feelin' outta place.
Turban head high, reppin' Punjab pride,
But the homies show me love, man, they let it slide.
[Chorus]
Curry in a bowl, got that spice in the sauce,
Walkin' down the block, hear the whispers and the talk.
Tryna fit in where the streets don't pause,
From Bollywood dreams to the Compton jaws.
[Verse 2]
Raised on masala, but my heart's in the beats,
Livin' two lives, yeah, I straddle different streets.
Ganesh on my chain, but I roll with the crew,
Chillin' with the homies and I'm learnin' what's new.
[Bridge]
From rickshaws to lowriders, the fusion never ends,
Making new roots while respectin' old friends.
Curry with the tacos, mix it up, taste the blend,
Hoping for the day cultures won't need to defend.
[Verse 3]
Roti in my pocket, got a piece of home,
But in Compton, I'm a king on my throne.
Adapt to survive, but never lose the self,
Got that NWA heat, sitting on the shelf.
