Gandhi Mandhi Mandhi

Yo it’s that rapper they call me Big Baby Gandhi When I was growing up they used to call me Gandhi Mandhi Mandhi Yo find me at the Subzi Mandi, chilling at Patel Brothers’ Two for one mangos, they got fifty cent cucumbers 50 Cent’s new covers, he always got his shirt off I’d rather take a year off with a pen, pad, and Smirnoff I’d rather smoke this weed, dog, I’m getting this severe cough I’d rather be on the Internet, how else am I gonna jerk off? How else am I gonna slack off? How else am I gonna waste time? Solitaire, Minesweeper, they got free games online Maybe some Text Twist, I might play some Literati You be saying that I’m a zombie, but please don’t blame the Gandhi Blame the Illuminati, yo, they be way up in your mind space I be up in your dime’s face, asking them how mine’s taste The Internet generation, we fucking made the Internet Your generation talk a lot about shit that they didn’t get Like, in my day blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah Big Baby Gandhi got both hands up two chicks’ bras A black girl named Erica, a white girl named Erica It’s a great time just to be alive in America Got Asian girls named Jessica, Spanish girls named Jessica I know this brown girl, yo, her moniker is Monika She spell it with a "K" though, she smelling just like yayo Ayo, I still mold that pussy like Play-Doh I don’t play though, quoting Plato by the payload Still, nada que pasa but the peso, you know? That Big Baby style, letting you know what big babies do To Big Baby Gandhi, asking what kind of big baby is you?