Indians From All Directions Das Racist

[Hook]
Indians from all directions
Indians from all directions
Indians from all directions
Indians from all directions
Indians from all directions
Indians from all directions
Indians from all directions
Indians from all directions

[Verse 1: Heems]
Yo I'm an Indian, from all directions
From the west to the east
I'm the best and I keep weapons in reach
[?] down on the streets
Getting head on the beach
Counting bread in my sheets
In my bed when I sleep
In my head's Pete and Pete
Polaris, Hey Sandy
Putting knots in my pocket
Putting knots in my back
Getting guap off the rap
I'm like, "How can she slap?!"
How can a beat slap so hard?
I cross the street, Queens Boulevard
So many cars, got so many bars
Born to be wild I get kicked out of bars
Get your motor running, riding on the highway
Yo, I did it my way, yeah she likes it my way
Hanging out Heems, I be hanging out in Queens
I be hanging out in Brooklyn
My clan is the ???
Trying to make a milli, with the thrilly, I'm in Philly
Now New Delhi, I'm so silly, willy nilly, yo for realy