Yo it's AK, dippin' in the Maruti,
Punk little gangstaz, ya'll can't ball with me,
Cuz I drop my rap sh*t properly,
Sorry a$$ freaks, I light you up like an aarthi,
"Ya'll got 24 hours to live, what would you do?
Who would you screw?" But you knew
When you were messing with the AK Crew,
That'd you'd be through, so now who
Is gonna try and fool with the peeps that stay true,
To the New Delhi ghettos, and the Calcutta streets,
Creating phat beats, top 40 for weeks,
So when you can't take the heat, and you admit defeat,
Ya'll can catch the AK doing burnouts on the street,
As I launch my Maruti, 73 horsepower,
Top speed is limited to 58 miles an hour,
The engine roar alone would make your crew cower,
While your lemon of a car still remains sour,
Subwoofer bumpin, my turban flying in the breeze,
While I recline my seat 180 degrees,
A kilo of curry sold, now I made the rupees,
Cuz you know the rims spin til the cops yell "Freeze!"
Get rid of that ride, your car is a jalopy,
And those rhymes are wack, cuz your style is too sloppy,
Who gonna stop me? Pakistanis out to pop me,
Only thing ya'll can do is cuss back, and try to copy.
-Asskok a.k.a. Ashok Ananth, "Maruti Lowriders"