Lyrics
You don't even know me
And all you got, you wanna show me
You can blow me
'Cause I don't care about the glam you throw me
I'm self-made, overpaid
I'm not a glam and I'm not afraid
To do something, to move something
To go out to the clubs and screw something
I'm Gandhi Khan, the disco don
Got turntables from Pakistan
It's after one, headphones on
'Bout to bang the club to exhaustion
I'm crossing overseas, promoters freeze
'Cause I make six zero DJ fees
But it ain't the G's, the groupies
I turn 'em all down to produce the beats
It's funny, listen dunny
I got bank and I don't even spend the money
Someone on the phone, Neil Pejikone
Mad 'cause I played hip-hop at home
But I'm Ali G, so don't test me
The one to get the coochie squirtin' P
From ecstasy, yeah, you know me
The one on a dance floor killing spree
But I don't fight, but I just might
Pull your girl by the end of the night
I know it ain't right
But ass is my vice and I like it tight
So grab your girl before I download on her site
Far off radar, the stealth out superstar
Or survivalist, haters take the piss
You're waiting for me to die but I'm sleepless
I'm underground, I can't be found
I'm killing puritans down with my sound
I don't give to charity, I give you clarity
And in the space of time, it's rare to be
Caring, humanitarian
Yin and yang, the Aquarian
I'm humble, I'm calm
I don't get excited when I drop bombs
It's Gandhi Khan, the disco don
Philosophies from Kahlil Gibran
Danny Ramblin and Pete Tong
They're playing my song and you was wrong
To think that I even would last this long
But the media be misleading ya
You believe whatever they feeding ya
Come on, you like lies?
They ain't underground if they have to advertise
They got your eyes wide shut
Music mix mag and jockey slut
What? It's real like that
Go ahead and pull my record off the slipmat
I don't play the game, I make the game
And since I came along, nothing's been the same
And wait, you're late
Trance sucks, in case you need an update
It's white, too white
Republican Nazi white
For me, I see
In color when I watch TV
If you're not melting the pot
Then emptiness is all you got
Okay, I'm just a DJ
But at least I got a little something to say
So make noise
For the mongoloids
Futuristic alien house head b-boys
And all you got, you wanna show me
You can blow me
'Cause I don't care about the glam you throw me
I'm self-made, overpaid
I'm not a glam and I'm not afraid
To do something, to move something
To go out to the clubs and screw something
I'm Gandhi Khan, the disco don
Got turntables from Pakistan
It's after one, headphones on
'Bout to bang the club to exhaustion
I'm crossing overseas, promoters freeze
'Cause I make six zero DJ fees
But it ain't the G's, the groupies
I turn 'em all down to produce the beats
It's funny, listen dunny
I got bank and I don't even spend the money
Someone on the phone, Neil Pejikone
Mad 'cause I played hip-hop at home
But I'm Ali G, so don't test me
The one to get the coochie squirtin' P
From ecstasy, yeah, you know me
The one on a dance floor killing spree
But I don't fight, but I just might
Pull your girl by the end of the night
I know it ain't right
But ass is my vice and I like it tight
So grab your girl before I download on her site
Far off radar, the stealth out superstar
Or survivalist, haters take the piss
You're waiting for me to die but I'm sleepless
I'm underground, I can't be found
I'm killing puritans down with my sound
I don't give to charity, I give you clarity
And in the space of time, it's rare to be
Caring, humanitarian
Yin and yang, the Aquarian
I'm humble, I'm calm
I don't get excited when I drop bombs
It's Gandhi Khan, the disco don
Philosophies from Kahlil Gibran
Danny Ramblin and Pete Tong
They're playing my song and you was wrong
To think that I even would last this long
But the media be misleading ya
You believe whatever they feeding ya
Come on, you like lies?
They ain't underground if they have to advertise
They got your eyes wide shut
Music mix mag and jockey slut
What? It's real like that
Go ahead and pull my record off the slipmat
I don't play the game, I make the game
And since I came along, nothing's been the same
And wait, you're late
Trance sucks, in case you need an update
It's white, too white
Republican Nazi white
For me, I see
In color when I watch TV
If you're not melting the pot
Then emptiness is all you got
Okay, I'm just a DJ
But at least I got a little something to say
So make noise
For the mongoloids
Futuristic alien house head b-boys