Lyrics and translation Ansis feat. Skutelis - Tu Kaut Ko Sajauci

Tu Kaut Ko Sajauci

Skaties kam uzticies, tas padara vāju
Runā ar muti ciet, tad kad pamani tādu,
Kas Tevi uzmestu par džointu vai Pilzenes pudeli
A, man ar pilteni duelis
Kad neviens neraksta es jūtos kā pulkvedis
Tagad un šeit,
Un ko rāda Tavs pulkstenis?
Es kaut ko sajaucu un sabrūk mans universs
Pieņem visu kā ir, tā kā valūtu sutiners
Svešā vidē kā Gulivers
Dejas un Lucifers
Vēl nedaudz joki
Un beidzas, nu guli dēls
Saviesīgs motīvs, Teikas istabās,
Vienkārši atmiņas ir sava veida tikšanās,
Tu kaut ko sajauci, kad sauci pie sevis,
Sasisti trauki uz zemes, draugi un meļi
Cilvēki ļauni un zemi
Duncis mugurā, kā ar koku pa pakausi
Tu kaut ko sajauci
Tu man liekas kaut ko sajauci
Es zeltu nesu Esmu kopā ar bītu
Redzi gredzenu uz zeltneša?
Bez filleriem, rakstu asi kā sudraba skaidas
Nejaucu vērtības, augu krasi kā uzvaru skaits
Es kaut ko sajaucu,
Ūdens glāzi ar Citramonu
Rītā tagad rakstu
Dabūdams pāli caur mikrofonu
Atkal un atkal, kā Tava, Bļe, māte pa hipodromu,
Hip hopa kloni jūt, Tu atnāci uz citu zonu
Tu jauc kaut ko,
Baltie puiši melni kā banāni
Pūlis(?) pisies dirst regulāri un taisi garākus sūdus
Bieži uzmetēji pārstāv bagātus hūdus
Tu sajauci nabagu uz viena bīta:
Skutelis, Hūns un Karalis

You Sens Something

Watch who you trust, it makes you weak
Talk with your mouth shut, when you notice someone like that
Who would sell you for a joint or a bottle of Pilsner
Ah, I have a duel with a dropper
When nobody writes I feel like a colonel
Here and now
And what does your watch show?
I mixed something up and my universe collapses
Accept everything as it is, like a currency pimp
In a strange environment like Gulliver
Dancing and Lucifer
Just a few more jokes
And finish, go to sleep, son
Gregarious motive, in the rooms of Teikas
Simply memories are a kind of meeting
You mix something up when you call yourself
Smashed dishes on the ground, friends and liars
People wicked and base
A knife in the back, like a blow on the back of the head with a stick
You mix something up
You seem to be mixing something up
I bring gold I am with the beat
See the ring on the ring finger?
No fillers, I write sharply like silver shavings
I don't mix values, I grow rapidly like the number of victories
I mix something up
A glass of water with Citramon
In the morning I write now
Getting a blowjob through the microphone
Again and again, like your, f*ck, mother on the racetrack
Hip hop clones feel, you came to a different zone
You mix something up
White guys black like bananas
The crowd (?) pisses regularly and makes longer sh*ts
Often hustlers represent rich h**ds
You mix up a poor person on one beat:
Skutelis, Hūns and Karalis