TATEEREE Lyrics

Gen-Z Lyrics brings you TATEEREE Lyrics, performed by BADSHAH X SIMRAN JAGLAN. The concept for this Haryanvi song originated with Badshah & Traditional, who went on to craft it into a impactful masterpiece. The song came to life through Hiten, the producer behind it.

Ghuti kyun ghuti kyun kare tateeree
Mhare ri mandere pe boliye tateeree
Ghuti kyun ghuti kyun kare tateeree
Mhare ri mandere pe boliye tateeree
Ghuti kyun ghuti kyun kare tateeree
Mhare ri mandere pe boliye tateeree
Ghuti kyun ghuti kyun kare tateeree
Mhare ri mandere pe boliye tateeree

Aya badshah doli chadhane
In sabki ghodi banane
Thode pagal thode sayane
Hum aye inke plans ke ghode lagane
Aye ..launde karte bakbak
Hum shatpratishat ye ladke latpat
Puri duniya me dekho karte kartab
Par ish boy delhi hai marte dum tak
Main hi shawn main hi wayne
Mai hi scene mai hi game
Mere khoon me hai jeet dekh pass aake pain
Kalakar ka hai brain
Double r ki hai crane
Audemars ka hai time bulgari ki chain
Insan insane
Mera kaam insane
Do hi dost hai mere
Mera pen mera pain meri bandi cocaine
Mere gaane propane
Mere sar pe hai crown mere mun pe hai fame

Ghuti kyun ghuti kyun kare tateeree
Mhare ri mandere pe boliye tateeree
Ghuti kyun ghuti kyun kare tateeree
Kulture king
Mhare ri mandere pe boliye tateeree
Array chora apni aai pe aaya hoya hai
Do das kos se game pe chhaya hoya hai
In gamron ka game bajaya hoya hai
Jo mangvaya hoya hai woh sab laya hoya hai

Yeah… bin dano ki challi tu bhi nallah teri gang bhi nalli
Tu well connected politically
Mai well connected spiritually
Main stream commercial mein lyrically
Abhi underrated mai criminally
Inki dal nahi galli inki g***e jalli iss sal puri kar dunga tasalli main

Ghuti kyun ghuti kyun kare tateeree
Mhare ri mandere pe boliye tateeree
Ghuti kyun ghuti kyun kare tateeree
Mhare ri mandere pe boliye tateeree
Ghuti kyun ghuti kyun kare tateeree
Kulture king
Mhare ri mandere pe boliye tateeree
Ghuti kyun ghuti kyun kare tateeree
Mhare ri mandere pe boliye tateeree

written by: Badshah & Traditional

TATEEREE Lyrics in English Translation

Ghuti kyun ghuti kyun kare tateeree
(Why does the partridge keep gasping, why does it sound breathless)
Mhare ri mandere pe boliye tateeree
(Sing your call on my doorstep, little partridge)
Ghuti kyun ghuti kyun kare tateeree
(Why does the partridge keep gasping, why does it sound breathless)
Mhare ri mandere pe boliye tateeree
(Sing your call on my doorstep, little partridge)
Ghuti kyun ghuti kyun kare tateeree
(Why does the partridge keep gasping, why does it sound breathless)
Mhare ri mandere pe boliye tateeree
(Sing your call on my doorstep, little partridge)
Ghuti kyun ghuti kyun kare tateeree
(Why does the partridge keep gasping, why does it sound breathless)
Mhare ri mandere pe boliye tateeree
(Sing your call on my doorstep, little partridge)

Aya badshah doli chadhane
(The king has arrived to mount the royal palanquin)
In sabki ghodi banane
(To make all of them his steeds to command)
Thode pagal thode sayane
(A little crazy, a little wise at the same time)
Hum aye inke plans ke ghode lagane
(We came to run their plans like unstoppable horses)
Aye ..launde karte bakbak
(These boys keep running their mouths nonstop)
Hum shatpratishat ye ladke latpat
(We’re a hundred percent—these guys stay messed up)
Puri duniya me dekho karte kartab
(Watch us doing stunts known across the whole world)
Par ish boy delhi hai marte dum tak
(But this boy is from Delhi, fighting till his last breath)
Main hi shawn main hi wayne
(I’m the Shawn, I’m the Wayne)
Mai hi scene mai hi game
(I’m the whole scene, I’m the whole game)
Mere khoon me hai jeet dekh pass aake pain
(Victory runs in my blood—come close and feel the strain)
Kalakar ka hai brain
(I’ve got an artist’s mind)
Double r ki hai crane
(A double-R machine lifting like a crane)
Audemars ka hai time bulgari ki chain
(Time by Audemars, a chain by Bulgari)
Insan insane
(A human, but insane)
Mera kaam insane
(My work is insane)
Do hi dost hai mere
(I’ve only got two true friends)
Mera pen mera pain meri bandi cocaine
(My pen, my pain, and my girl—intense like cocaine)
Mere gaane propane
(My songs burn hot like propane)
Mere sar pe hai crown mere mun pe hai fame
(A crown on my head, fame stamped on my name)

Ghuti kyun ghuti kyun kare tateeree
(Why does the partridge keep gasping, why does it sound breathless)
Mhare ri mandere pe boliye tateeree
(Sing your call on my doorstep, little partridge)
Ghuti kyun ghuti kyun kare tateeree
(Why does the partridge keep gasping, why does it sound breathless)
Kulture king
(Kulture king)
Mhare ri mandere pe boliye tateeree
(Sing your call on my doorstep, little partridge)
Array chora apni aai pe aaya hoya hai
(The boy has come riding on his own pride)
Do das kos se game pe chhaya hoya hai
(He dominates the game from miles and miles away)
In gamron ka game bajaya hoya hai
(He’s beaten these fools at their own game)
Jo mangvaya hoya hai woh sab laya hoya hai
(Whatever he ordered, he’s brought everything with him)

Yeah… bin dano ki challi tu bhi nallah teri gang bhi nalli
(Yeah… without your crew you’re nothing, your gang is weak too)
Tu well connected politically
(You might be well connected politically)
Mai well connected spiritually
(But I’m well connected spiritually)
Main stream commercial mein lyrically
(In mainstream commercial music, I win lyrically)
Abhi underrated mai criminally
(I’m still underrated—criminally underrated)
Inki dal nahi galli inki g***e jalli iss sal puri kar dunga tasalli main
(They can’t cook their own plans, they panic—this year I’ll give them proper satisfaction)

Ghuti kyun ghuti kyun kare tateeree
(Why does the partridge keep gasping, why does it sound breathless)
Mhare ri mandere pe boliye tateeree
(Sing your call on my doorstep, little partridge)
Ghuti kyun ghuti kyun kare tateeree
(Why does the partridge keep gasping, why does it sound breathless)
Mhare ri mandere pe boliye tateeree
(Sing your call on my doorstep, little partridge)
Ghuti kyun ghuti kyun kare tateeree
(Why does the partridge keep gasping, why does it sound breathless)
Kulture king
(Kulture king)
Mhare ri mandere pe boliye tateeree
(Sing your call on my doorstep, little partridge)
Ghuti kyun ghuti kyun kare tateeree
(Why does the partridge keep gasping, why does it sound breathless)
Mhare ri mandere pe boliye tateeree
(Sing your call on my doorstep, little partridge)

“TATEEREE” Song Meaning Explained

The Big Picture

“TATEEREE” feels like a call to attention, like something local and loud that everyone knows to shout back, it’s not just a word it’s almost a ritual, the kind of chant you hear at a wedding or on the street when something big is arriving. The repeated lines, “Ghuti kyun ghuti kyun kare tateeree” and “Mhare ri mandere pe boliye tateeree” frame the whole track as this communal moment, it sets up a scene where ego and celebration meet, where the singer is asking why the fuss, while also inviting everyone to join the noise. It puts the song in a space that is both boastful and familiar, because you can feel the crowd in the background, or you imagine it, and that makes the bravado feel less lonely and more like a shared thing.

Most Impactful Lines

There are a couple of lines that hit like a camera flash, you hear them and you rewind, because they are confidence and vulnerability at the same time. For me, “Main hi shawn main hi wayne” is perfect because it’s jokey and serious, it’s like he’s naming his vibe and daring anyone to disagree. And then the line “Mere sar pe hai crown mere mun pe hai fame” lands, because it’s simple and blunt, it doesn’t try to hide the hunger. Another one that always sticks is “Mera pen mera pain meri bandi cocaine” which are words that clash, but in that clash you feel how creative work can be both a tool and a wound, it’s messy and honest and that’s why it lingers.

Decoding The Chorus

The chorus is the anchor, it keeps coming back like a hometown shout. When he sings “Ghuti kyun ghuti kyun kare tateeree” it’s almost teasing, like saying why are you making a big deal out of nothing, but layered under that is pride, like he’s the reason people are making noise. Then “Mhare ri mandere pe boliye tateeree” flips it to invitation, it’s not closed off, he wants the chorus to be communal, say it on my terrace, say it on my stage, claim this moment with me. The repetition does something too, it makes the line a badge, it transforms the phrase into identity, like a stamp everyone can wear when the beat drops, and that’s why the chorus is catchy but also meaningful, it’s both anthem and claim.

The way the chorus circles back, it also makes the brags in the verses land differently, because after each flex we return to the same local call, it grounds the swagger in a place and people, so the bravado never feels overly distant, it always comes back home.

Most Relatable Part

Honestly, the most human part is when the boasting tips into confession, like those quick throws of image and pain, “Mera pen mera pain” — that are so perfectly messy, because it’s true for most creatives, the thing you use to build your life also cuts you. That duality is what makes the song feel less like bragging and more like survival, you hear the crown and the fame, sure, but you also hear the cost. Also the line about being “well connected spiritually” versus “well connected politically” is quietly funny, and that contrast is relatable because we all juggle different kinds of influence, some that feed you and some that just open doors. That tension, between success that sings and the private strains that hum beneath, that’s what hooks me every time, it feels real.

Conclusion & Overall Message

At the end, the song leaves you feeling like you just walked out of a crowded lane where someone important passed by, you’ve been part of the procession whether you wanted to or not. It’s celebration and a subtle warning, a showy parade that still remembers the alley it came from, so the message is both triumphant and grounded, it says we made it, remember where we started, keep shouting, but also don’t forget the pain that wrote the lines. For me that mix is why “TATEEREE” sticks, it’s loud and relatable, polished but a little rough at the edges, like most of the best nights you can’t fully explain, you only remember how it felt when the chorus came back around and everyone yelled together, “tateeree.”