My brown skin shines in the sun like LakaLakaLaka (shimmer).
My brown skin shines in the sun like LakaLakaLaka.
My brown skin shines in the sun like LakaLakaLaka.
My brown skin shines in the sun like LakaLakaLaka.

Stepping out in a white khadi shirt and khaki pants, looking proper AF,
With a brand new glow on my face,
There’s weight in my voice and elegance in the way I speak.

That’s why all my listeners say my name so proudly.
Every stain that you see on my body comes from the same soil I grew up in.
Whatever God has given me, I’m flaunting it with pride.
If Kratex is in the club, of course, we’ll be playing Marathi.
Look, there’s a riot in the audience; the people are witnesses.
Everywhere you go, you hear my name.
There’s proper artistry and penmanship.

My brown skin shines in the sun like LakaLakaLaka.
My brown skin shines in the sun like LakaLakaLaka.
My brown skin shines in the sun like LakaLakaLaka.
My brown skin shines in the sun like LakaLakaLaka.

Every time I’m on stage, soaked in sweat,
Every time I’m out on my bike for work,
Every time I’m out on my bike for work.

My brown skin shines in the sun like LakaLakaLaka.
My brown skin shines in the sun like LakaLakaLaka.
My brown skin shines in the sun like LakaLakaLaka.
My brown skin shines in the sun like LakaLakaLaka.