Lyrics and translation B.U.G. Mafia feat. Cheloo - Limbaj De Cartier

Limbaj De Cartier

Pentru toti cei care ma irita
Am o vorba sa va spun: Gura mica!
Pentru toti cei care nu ma lasa sa sper
Va dau voci de cartier cu limbaj de cartier
Pentru toti cei care ma irita
Am o vorba sa va spun: Gura mica!
Pentru toti cei care nu ma lasa sa sper
Va dau voci de cartier cu limbaj de cartier
Sunt Caddy Socului acum ma stii bine
Cand ma vezi pe strada pune cainii pe mine
Critica la vorba mea
E nimica toata, mai da-te-n p*** mea
Asa am invatat pe strada
Injur ca Lacatus, sunt baiat, baiat
Ti-am luat muia pe card daca m-ai enervat
Am percutat cu trei rime din care doua obscene,
Coaie, uita-te la tine, ti-au crescut pe spate pene,
Esti papagal, la cardeala ta nu pune nimeni botu'
Smardoiala si mangleala ne ridica noua contu'
E pontu' cu jocul de cuvinte de cartier
Dau la mij, dau la m*** tu nu prea stii de fel
Sunt bengos mai tare decat rima ta stearsa
Valoarea ta e nula, lasa poezia, esti varza
Mai ai de comentat, te *** direct in c*r
Si la fel ca si Cheloo, ce p*** mea injur?
Pentru toti cei care ma irita
Am o vorba sa va spun: Gura mica!
Pentru toti cei care nu ma lasa sa sper
Va dau voci de cartier cu limbaj de cartier
Pentru toti cei care ma irita
Am o vorba sa va spun: Gura mica!
Pentru toti cei care nu ma lasa sa sper
Va dau voci de cartier cu limbaj de cartier
Cu limbaj, limbaj de cartier iti rup capatana
Sunt tot deasupra ta si voi fi totdeauna
Sugi p*** cu poezia ta, pe strada-n toata tara poezia-i Mafia
Vocabular obscen imi bag p***-n ma-ta
Degeaba te holbezi la mine ca nu imi pasa de tine
Ti-o dau la m*** pentru tot ce spui,
Pentru ca nu taci, pentru ca m-ataci
Tot ce-am invatat am invatat pe strada
Bagami-as p*** tu n-o sa-ntelegi vreodata
Ca tot ce conteaza pentru mine
Este sa-i reprezint pe ai mei in fata celor ca tine
Deci, domnule, tine-ti nasul la tine in oala
Stiu ca suntem pentru tine o problema sociala
Inainte sa termin iti zic inc-o data eject
Cu limbaj de cartier, in efect direct
Pentru toti cei care ma irita
Am o vorba sa va spun: Gura mica!
Pentru toti cei care nu ma lasa sa sper
Va dau voci de cartier cu limbaj de cartier
Pentru toti cei care ma irita
Am o vorba sa va spun: Gura mica!
Pentru toti cei care nu ma lasa sa sper
Va dau voci de cartier cu limbaj de cartier
Direct de la sursa, da o pune de borou
Vagabondul spune multe voi vorbiti in gol
In jargon dau numai ce-i real
Am adunat ura pe voi, strada e sus, voi sunteti la final
Muzica-i la metru si n-aveti nimic de spus,
Gerovital va mentine spiritul in sus
Maxim respect pentru orice proiect
Nimeni nu poate sa va scape dupa excesul direct
Slagarul promite-o usoara, intr-o mie de cuvinte doua labe se separa
Da-ti tot, faceti loc intre doua festivale va analizam la bot
2005 e momentul, lansati testamentul
Sa cante parasutele, solistele, fetele
Nici o problema la mijloc le tipa gura
Oda voi le dati sa cante, noi le dam sa suga...
Pentru toti cei care ma irita
Am o vorba sa va spun: Gura mica!
Pentru toti cei care nu ma lasa sa sper
Va dau voci de cartier cu limbaj de cartier
Pentru toti cei care ma irita
Am o vorba sa va spun: Gura mica!
Pentru toti cei care nu ma lasa sa sper
Va dau voci de cartier cu limbaj de cartier
Asa e! Nu am pic de bun simt
Imi bag p***-n ma-ta, in tac-tu,
Si ii dau **** lu' fra-tu
Asculta tu mare poet ce-am sa zic pe strofa asta
Cu m**e, cu pu**, p****, g****a, te rog frumos fii pe faza ca...
Nu sunt incult, asa-mi traiesc viata
Ce p*** mea iti pasa tie cui ii slobozesc eu fata
Asculta bulangiule beau, *** si ma bat
Iar tie dom' poet iti dau p*** la frecat
Bay, nenea frectie, ma pis pe ma-ta
Eu injur si fac bani multi, n-ai sa vezi vreodata atata
Am fost crescut ginitor, pe ciordeala, pe mangleala
Am invatat cum se fac banii chiar si cand eram la scoala
Am dat la buci de mic copil, c-asa m-a invatat tata
Nu rata nici o femeie: p*** p****, gata fata!
Tu, labagiule, te iei de mine?
Mancami-ai p*** sa-mi mananci, sunt mai intelïgent ca tine
Pentru toti cei care ma irita
Am o vorba sa va spun: Gura mica!
Pentru toti cei care nu ma lasa sa sper
Va dau voci de cartier cu limbaj de cartier
Pentru toti cei care ma irita
Am o vorba sa va spun: Gura mica!
Pentru toti cei care nu ma lasa sa sper
Va dau voci de cartier cu limbaj de cartier...

Hood Language

For all those who irritate me
I have one thing to say: Shut your mouth!
For all those who won't let me hope
I give you voices from the hood with hood language
For all those who irritate me
I have one thing to say: Shut your mouth!
For all those who won't let me hope
I give you voices from the hood with hood language
I'm Caddy from the Socului, now you know me well
When you see me on the street, set your dogs on me
Criticism of my words
Is nothing, go f*** yourself
That's how I learned on the streets
I curse like Lacatus, I'm a boy, a boy
I took your money on my card if you pissed me off
I hit you with three rhymes, two of them obscene,
Dude, look at yourself, you've grown feathers on your back,
You're a parrot, nobody believes your boasting
The fights and the brawls raise our bank account
It's a point with the wordplay of the hood
I hit the middle, I hit the b****, you don't really know how
I'm more gangster than your erased rhyme
Your value is zero, leave poetry, you're garbage
You have more to comment on, I'll f*** you directly in the a**
And just like Cheloo, what the f*** am I swearing?
For all those who irritate me
I have one thing to say: Shut your mouth!
For all those who won't let me hope
I give you voices from the hood with hood language
For all those who irritate me
I have one thing to say: Shut your mouth!
For all those who won't let me hope
I give you voices from the hood with hood language
With language, hood language I'll break your head
I'm still above you and I'll always be
Suck d*** with your poetry, on the streets across the country the poetry is Mafia
Obscene vocabulary I stick my d*** in your mom
You stare at me in vain, I don't care about you
I give it to you in the a** for everything you say,
Because you don't shut up, because you attack me
Everything I learned I learned on the streets
F*** me, you'll never understand
That all that matters to me
Is to represent my people in front of those like you
So, sir, keep your nose in your own pot
I know we're a social problem for you
Before I finish I tell you once again eject
With hood language, in direct effect
For all those who irritate me
I have one thing to say: Shut your mouth!
For all those who won't let me hope
I give you voices from the hood with hood language
For all those who irritate me
I have one thing to say: Shut your mouth!
For all those who won't let me hope
I give you voices from the hood with hood language
Direct from the source, put one in the pawnshop
The tramp says a lot, you talk empty
In jargon I only give what's real
I gathered hate on you, the street is up, you are at the end
The music is by the meter and you have nothing to say,
Gerovital will keep your spirit up
Maximum respect for any project
No one can save you after the direct excess
The hit promises a light one, in a thousand words two paws separate
Give your all, make room between two festivals we analyze you at the muzzle
2005 is the moment, launch the testament
Let the parachutes, the soloists, the girls sing
No problem in the middle, their mouths scream
Oda you give them to sing, we give them to suck...
For all those who irritate me
I have one thing to say: Shut your mouth!
For all those who won't let me hope
I give you voices from the hood with hood language
For all those who irritate me
I have one thing to say: Shut your mouth!
For all those who won't let me hope
I give you voices from the hood with hood language
That's right! I don't have a bit of common sense
I stick my d*** in your mom, in your dad,
And I give your brother a b***j**
Listen, you great poet, to what I'm going to say on this verse
With d***s, with p*****s, v*****s, a*****s, please be on the lookout because...
I'm not uneducated, that's how I live my life
What the f*** do you care who I give my b***h to
Listen, d******d, I drink, f*** and fight
And you, Mr. poet, I give you my d*** to rub
Bye, Uncle Rub, I piss on your mom
I swear and make a lot of money, you'll never see that much
I was raised a hustler, on stealing, on brawling
I learned how to make money even when I was in school
I gave to b***s as a small child, that's how my father taught me
Don't miss any woman: f*** p****, ready girl!
You, s**thead, are you picking on me?
Eat my d*** to eat, I'm smarter than you
For all those who irritate me
I have one thing to say: Shut your mouth!
For all those who won't let me hope
I give you voices from the hood with hood language
For all those who irritate me
I have one thing to say: Shut your mouth!
For all those who won't let me hope
I give you voices from the hood with hood language...