Lyrics of Ghora Song

Aaj hum apko le chalte hain
Mumbai ki galiyon mein
Jahan har ladka, har bachcha
Ek hi cheez ka naam leta hai
Ghora, clap for me

Mere haathon mein hai ghora mere haathon mein revolver (ok)
Yo yo mere haathon mein hai ghora mere haathon mein revolver
Ak47 aur main dekhun bole kaun
Mera ghora bole (clack clack)
Mera ghora bole (clack clack)
Mera ghora bole tujhe jaana (AC let me hear the dhol)
Mere haathon mein hai ghora mere haathon mein revolver
Ak47 aur main dekhun bole kaun
Mera ghora bole (clack clack)
Mera ghora bole (clack clack)
Mera ghora bole tujhe jaana

Bandook up in my pocket, Pistol in my waistline, kartoos up in my navigator Killa don’t waste time its Klashnikov, you ready for war
Cause Im gon bring it to the faggots who said they was raw
We aint playing we saying that im just loaded im strapped
Clap these motherfuckers thinking they can talk some trash
Bitch Niggaz Afraid when I walk through the block Ask around your fucking city if the KILLA is hot
They say me bad, me temper rise busting their blood clot
Now fire pon a fassy fill their body with gunshots Yahan ka raja, Jamaican call shotta
Put it down proper Super Cat like Don Dadda
All of dem get shotup iade the Jeep Back
Police a take them down and bust their blootclat

Mere haathon mein hai ghora mere haathon mein revolver
Ak47 aur main dekhun bole kaun
Mera ghora bole (clack clack)
Mera ghora bole (clack clack)
Mera ghora bole tujhe jaana

Mere haathon mein hai ghora mere haathon mein revolver
Ak47 aur main dekhun bole kaun
Mera ghora bole (clack clack)
Mera ghora bole (clack clack)
Mera ghora bole tujhe jaana

It's your boy Blitzkrieg and the kid’s a machine
I Spit em rhymes like bullets call me M16
Im whacktos intolerant allergic to bullshit
I heard you pack a toast and you let off a full clip
Ya right, we don't believe you
Tell lies to gain a rep man you got some issues
Now a days its cost a leg and a arm
I got a cannon on my arm like my name megatron
My prime is optimist rap conglomerate Me and Roach around the world while you stay anonymous
I don't shoot guns don't get it twisted kid
It's a metaphor meaning all the rhymes I spit
And I got so many rhymes I can fill up a clip
Im aiming at your wig and I spit that shit
Blitzkrieg be the one son (son)
My rhymes are my bullets and my tongue is my gun

Mere haathon mein hai ghora mere haathon mein revolver
Ak47 aur main dekhun bole kaun
Mera ghora bole (clack clack)
Mera ghora bole (clack clack)
Mera ghora bole tujhe jaana

Mere haathon mein hai ghora mere haathon mein revolver
Ak47 aur main dekhun bole kaun
Mera ghora bole (clack clack)
Mera ghora bole (clack clack)
Mera ghora bole tujhe jaana