AUDIO: Welcome to India (Parody of Welcome to Atlanta)

3 mts 22 secs

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Yaa, MC Vikram and Luda Krishna representing y'all,
That's right ... increase the volume please ... thank you.

Welcome to India, mango juices and lassis, samosa crazy desis
and little kids that are milking the bhainses.
Toothbrush in my pocket, what is that?
We use our fingers here to keep our teeth so clear, who said that?

Luda Krishna here, Vikram pulling the Tata gears,
and I am sitting in the Maruti Supreme
with the cooling glass on no one bothers me,
biggest stars since the ever famous Mamooty.

Come with me to a place where we sip Frooties,
and we eat the sweets while monkeys roam the streets.
Old uncle sits - big bellies and burps smelly (burp!)

Thank you Vikram, would you please pass the jelly,
I mean the pickle, hand it down this way ... Namaste
we greet the people as they enter the train!
Sixty-five people hanging out, the doors start coming out.
Therefore, please don't raise your hand, you are not sure.

I walked into the local corner-store,
bought myself a very nice looking carroms board.
My fingers get sore when I shoot and I score,
and the ladkis all scream coz they all want some more,
of the Luda Krishna and the Vikram MC,
Sweetest thing to hit the States since mango chutney.
We keep the kundis shaking, you better trust me.
The name is Luda Krishna, but my friends call me Thambi, watch!! (burp!)

Ohhh, Vikram, is that you my friend?!
That is me my friend!
Oh, please enter this rap game!
Ok man! C'mon ... tell me where you're going my friend.

Welcome to India where the cows eat hay,
and we drive auto-rickshaws everyday,
Goat meats, yummy sweets, wild monkeys roaming,
The roosters don't crow till five in the morning! (2x)

Now the kundis don't jiggle till I'm rapping,
So please don't pass the gas when you're laughing.

Up the music charts like mango trees I climb,
With a smooth voice like mine, is it a crime?
Representing FOB-iness since ninety-seven
Rap maharaja, I don't work at 7-Eleven.
Throw your hands in the air if you've got facial hair,
Not just for the guys, c'mon ladies be fair!

I'm the MFP - Most FOB-ious Player,
Wearing hot lungis, do you think I really care?

Monday night - computer club
Tuesday night - at Akbaar grocery saying "Sweet thang, what is up?"
Wednesday - I'm out making rupees
Thurday - On lookout for Bharatnatyam queen
Friday - Everybody must know where I'm at, coz I'm chilling on the field with my big cricket bat.
Saturday - my farts are breezy ... believe me, so strong they will get you mad dizzy,
Sunday - Yaar, I cannot start weeping because on Monday I will start the creeping ... Hallo!

Ohhhh ... I love that my friend!
Yaa dawg, that was a funda-stic. Hey thank you, you're fabulous!
Oh, thank you my friend! Oh ...

Welcome to India where the cows eat hay,
and we drive auto-rickshaws everyday,
Goat meats, yummy sweets, wild monkeys roaming,
The roosters don't crow till five in the morning! (2x)

Oh, oh, go Luda, go Luda.
Ah, it's my birthday!
That is your birthday, man!
Yaaaaah. You go boy!
Oh oh oh ... it's great!
Ah, Indian honor my friend. Good night!
All right, goodbye ... kiss my buttocks!!

If you don't know Ludacris' original Welcome to Atlanta, play it here:
3 mts 20 secs

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