(Intro)
[Ae ank honi chahide hai
Bhai mein Guru Gobind Singh Sahib da singh haan
Main nahin jane-khane de pairii digda
Jehda Paatshah da paatshah, Satguru Gobind Singh Sahib da puttar hove
Ude'ch aakad kyun naa hove!!!]
I'm a son of a sardar!
Mere vich vee taan koi maan hai na
Main Guru Gobind Singh Sahib da singh haan
I'm a son of a sardar!
Land of five rivers gives birth to these live ninjas
They didn't want us to survive but we ride ninja
I represent the punjabi pride for life ninja
For the khalsa we fight and die ninja, my ninja!
Strap kirpans to the side we catch flight
Praying to waheguru before the sunrise
Sacrifices made by these singhs won't be forgotten
I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for them
Pay homage to the gurus and the khalsa
My forefathers were martyrs and maharajas
Real shaheeds that died for you and me
The plight of the sikhs is alive not deceased
Its inside of me
Tati tavi te bae gaye Guruji hak di khaatir
Misaal mil nahin sakdi koi inha de baraabar
Desh ghulaam hi rehna si je hondi na hind di chaadar
Qurbaani dende na je Guru Tegh Bahadur
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I'm a son of a sardar!
Me and my ninjas, we all got tiger in us
That punjabi code language, and ain't no deciphering us
Haarna is more dangerous to hype ones as us
I known to cause as much anguish as us
When i pick up the mic and buzz!
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Jehdi gal main karn lageya, inho aewain naa jaaneyo
Kise ton na luke ehe tussi vi Pahchaaneyo
Shahidiyaan den di reet inhaan ton chali
Singh Soorme paunde-ne tirfalli
Jor na sahaaran, kise ton kade naa haaran
Sheesh taleez te rakh ke, jaan desh te vaaran
Sach di jaan, pag inha di shaan
Sidak di Khaan, Seene vich taan
Roop de kateele, Gabru chhail-chhabeele
Samundar de lehraan vangu tha-tha maaran joshiley
Jabaan de mithe, dil de sache
Aaraadh de inha de bhaage mere veeran nu rab hath de ke rakhe
Khoon doleya te bani Punjab di dharti
Jallian wala bagh de vich taan hadh hi karti
Khuhi haje vi othon di gavaahi bhardi
Soorya Udham Singh ne London jaake taan tabaahi hii karti
I'm a son of a sardar and a sardarni
My people are into farming no man can harm me
We got our own army, the khalsa
Thats what we call the sarkar of the maharaja, Daswe Paathshah
Guru gobind singh ji, is the king of me
And the ring of sikhs, its our responsibility
To keep the memory of the legendary ten Gs alive
Like guru nanak stopping the rock at panja sahib
And the chaar sahibzade that lost their lives
And the panj pyaare that were ready to die
Or the 40 mukte, that sacrificed
The story of these saints brings tears to my eyes
I'm a son of a sardar
Got a khanda hanging from the mirror of my car
Yellin that jaikara like bole so nihal
And if my people hear me holla sat sri akal
I'm a son of a sardar