Lyrics and translation Corona feat. Jovica Dobrica & Pistol Pete - Na Ulicama

Na Ulicama

Prekrstim se triput kada svane nova zora
Linije istine kao vodene stihije mutne
Ukus je gorak
Soma na soma slažem dok skidam pijavice sa kože
Došli smo dotle da svako sranje se rešava nožem
Jel bodeš Bože
Nemoj da mi testiraš prag bola kroz prepreke
Završavaju se desetke, ulični faks sve desetke
I budi pametan jer ovde profesori cinkare
Ko izdaje drugare iz kraja šta – pička je
Ulice kvarne kao Kurdi
Vaše snove živimo budni mi smo sinovi bludni
Svi moji ljudi sa brdom su kurvi – sisaj ga
Strofe ko uzi, prizori crni
Corona je najveća bitanga
Dok kurve lepe naivne face na novčanice od 10 hiljada
Pare su klitoris – diram ga
Radim za pune stomake
Ja sam čuo jecaje majke, sada nam spremajte 'iljadarke
Čuješ naš glas na ulicama, u planu to nismo imali
Kasicu prasicu gojim dinarima, haslujem kao ciganin
REF. (PISTOL PETE)
Na ulicama možeš videti smrt
Moraš misliti brzo kad nemaš kud
Neki sreću su hteli na uglovima
Neki lovu da prave sa upornima
JOVICA DOBRICA:
Dobrodošli, dobrodošli u Novi Sad
Teku potoci krvi na ulicama, besni rat
Crnji smo od crne magije druže
Završićeš izboden – Vudu lutke
Ova igra je prljava, garave kašike
Novo naselje u kući sranje miriše na nasilje
Kurva do kurve, prazne glave, pune surle
Sitne duše, prljav obraz, priče kruže
Radio sam svašta da bi' napravio pare
Zmaj od Šipova ne jebem nisku stalež
Žele da nam stave katance i lance
Znamo ko ste džaba nosite maske
Isto sranje na Severu i Jugu
Svi jurimo pare želimo debelu butku
Drukare na kuku, drukare u rupu
Drukara u buretu – kiselimo kupus
REF. (PISTOL PETE)
Na ulicama možeš videti smrt
Moraš misliti brzo kad nemaš kud
Neki sreću su hteli na uglovima
Neki lovu da prave sa upornima

On the Streets

I cross myself three times when a new day dawns
The lines of truth are as murky as the water
It tastes bitter
I stack lie upon lie as I peel leeches from my skin
We've reached a point where every piece of shit is solved with a knife
Will you stab, oh God
Don't test my pain threshold through obstacles
Teens are coming to an end, street smarts are all tens
And be smart because here professors snitch
He who betrays his friends from the neighborhood is a pussy
The streets are as crooked as the Kurds
We live your dreams while you're awake, we're prodigal sons
All my people from the hill are whores – suck it
Verses like Uzis, scenes in black
Corona is the biggest bitch
While beautiful and naive whores are on the banknotes of 10 thousand
Money is a clitoris – I touch it
I work for full stomachs
I've heard the cries of my mother, now get ready for a thousand
Hear our voice on the streets, we didn't have it planned
I grow my little piggy bank with dinars, I hustle like a gypsy
REF. (PISTOL PETE)
You can see death on the streets
You have to think fast when you have nowhere to go
Some wanted luck on the corners
Some hunt to make money with the stubborn ones
JOVICA DOBRICA:
Welcome, welcome to Novi Sad
Streams of blood flow on the streets, fierce war
We're blacker than black magic, my friend
You'll end up stabbed – voodoo dolls
This game is dirty, sooty spoons
Novo Naselje, in the house, shit smells like violence
Whore after whore, empty heads, full of trumpets
Petty souls, dirty faces, stories circulate
I've done all sorts of things to make money
Zmaj od Šipova, I don't give a damn about low fares
They want to put padlocks and chains on us
We know who you are, it's useless to wear masks
Same shit in the North and the South
We all chase money, we want a fat thigh
Printers on the hook, printers in the hole
Printers in the barrel – we're fermenting cabbage
REF. (PISTOL PETE)
You can see death on the streets
You have to think fast when you have nowhere to go
Some wanted luck on the corners
Some hunt to make money with the stubborn ones