Dr DIVINE Song Lyrics - DIVINE's self-proclaimed 'Doctor' avatar. This track is a celebration of his signature style, street cred, and uncompromising identity. Read the full lyrics.
Dr DIVINE Lyrics in English Letters (Romanized)
Tadke Tadke Jaandiyan Mutiyarein Ni
Kanda Chubha Tere Pair Bankiye Naare Ni
Tujhe Nahin Jeena Meri Gali Life
Gale Mein Hai Haar With The Gali Price
Smell Like M’Naala In My Gali Bhai
Nineties Ke Launde Vi Still Aside
Streets Ho Ya Booth, Yeh Vi Certified
Haath Nahin, Pair Nahin, We Gonna Fight
Car Nahin, Bike Nahin, We Gonna Ride
Certified Tabhi To Hum Khaate Rice
Hum Tashan Laaye, Tum Thasan Laaye
Humein Pasand Bhai, Man Pasand Bhai
Jab Woh Mil Jaata, Man Prasann Bhai
Yeh Rap Shit Hai Mera Maa Kasam Bhai
Blunt Rocket Hai Gaadi Cockpit Hai
Main Jahan Haath Daalu, Wahan Pe Profit Hai
Main Bana Plug, Bina Socket Hai
Bandi Hai Vanilla Meri
Bhai Tera Chocolate Hai
Tu Rapper Nahin Mere Liye Lost Kid Hai
Shows Mein Haath Upar,
Family Mein Moshpit Hai
Naam Divine Mera
Sab Kuch Yahan Godspeed Hai
Sanju Baba Vibes
Hum Khade Jahan Boss Shit Hai
Doctor Doctor Doctor Divine
Bacche Buddhe Throw Kare Signs
Khoon Mein Hai Style, Sirf Throw Kare Vibes
Sher Bolte Mujhe Aur Shehar Hai Mumbai
Doctor Doctor Doctor Divine
Bacche Buddhe Throw Kare Signs
Khoon Mein Hai Style, Sirf Throw Kare Vibes
Sher Bolte Mujhe Aur Shehar Hai Mumbai
Tadke Tadke Jaandiyan Mutiyarein Ni
Kanda Chubha Tere Pair Bankiye Naare Ni
Divine Bhai Sab Naam Se Pehchante
Papa Wala Paisa Nahin
Sab Kaam Se Pehchante
Khaande Ke Baande Se Glass Mein Peekante
Jahan Aate Kaam Pe Woh Ghar Mera Bombay
Check The Reps, Sab Hai Set
First Class Emirates
Paanch Din Nahin Hue Aake Humko Kare Test
South Wali Thaali Sun
We Leave You In A Mess
Triple OG Bolte
Different Type Of Flex
Chal Daud Daud Aaye Gali God God
Headliner Shit Humein Lagta Nahin Slot What
Gande Kiye Haath Par Ab
Praise God Not Caught
Hip To The Hop Hop
Cream Of The Top Crops
You Are G On IG
I’m The Real Life G
With My Real Life G’s
Arre Arre Time Please
This Is A Different Time Piece
Pahaadi Rakhte Grease Tabhi Aankhen Chinese
Aur Yeh Gaane YB
Doctor Doctor Doctor Divine
Bacche Buddhe Throw Kare Signs
Khoon Mein Hai Style, Sirf Throw Kare Vibes
Sher Bolte Mujhe Aur Shehar Hai Mumbai
Doctor Doctor Doctor Divine
Bacche Buddhe Throw Kare Signs
Khoon Mein Hai Style, Sirf Throw Kare Vibes
Sher Bolte Mujhe Aur Shehar Hai Mumbai…!
Written by: DIVINE
Dr DIVINE Song Description
This song is "Doctor Divine", sung and written by DIVINE, and produced by Karan Kanchan. It is part of the "Walking on Water" album and comes under the label Gully Gang Records.
The song starts with a Punjabi folk vibe, with lines like "Tadke Tadke Jaandiyaan Mutiyare Ni", which depict the life and struggles of the streets. Then, DIVINE talks about his lane's identity, "Gali Price", and real street life. He says they are kids from the '90s and are still standing right there—from the streets to the booth, they are certified. Even without hands and feet, without a car or bike, they fight and ride. Being certified means they earn their own rice.
In the song, DIVINE speaks about his style and attitude. He says, "We bring fashion, you bring thussan (attitude)". They like what pleases the mind, and when they get it, the heart is happy. This is rap shit, I swear, bro. His car is a blunt rocket with a cockpit; wherever he dips his hand, there's profit. He makes a plug without a socket. His is vanilla, yours is chocolate. He calls other rappers lost kids—at shows, hands up; in the family, moshpit. His name is DIVINE, and everything is godspeed. With Sanju Baba vibes, he stands where the boss shit is.
Then comes the hook, "Doctor Doctor Doctor Divine", where kids and old folks all throw signs. His blood has style, and he only throws vibes. He roars, and the city is Mumbai. In the song, he talks about his identity. People recognize him by his name, not by his father's money but by his work. He drinks from a glass as a son of the soil, and wherever he works, home is Mumbai. He travels first class on Emirates, tests happen; hearing the South’s thali, he leaves you in a mess. He talks triple OG, a different type of flex. In the lane, they don't consider God-headline shit a slot; they say Praise God Not Caught. Hip to the hop-hop, cream of the top crops. On Instagram, you are 'Ji,' but in real life, they live the real life. This is a different timepiece, with a vibe of pahadi grease and Chinese eyes—this is how the song concludes.
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