Lyrics and translation Djecaci - Sto Eura

Sto Eura

General je u duši Dječak
Imam Ferrari, volim biti pješak
Jednim potezom ubijem sve kao Mulan
Gospodine tajkun, dajte mi ček s 10 nula
Oduvjek želim biti neki lider
Da budem predsjednik razreda nisu mi dale pizde
Zato dodem kući i pojedem večeru
Plovim svijetom na santi leda, na glečeru

Dok sam online na fejsu, misli mi lete
Da li je jedna spremna na moje dijete
Da li je neka spremna da bude moja polovica
Kad me ubiju ko Paca da postane udovica
Obavezno uzmem kusur kad platim kurvu
Lijepo se obučem jer listam Burdu
Igram PS i pojačam sve igrače
Protivnik ide ranije kući i plače

U kući uzgajam travu za vlastite potrebe
Al' da znaš, zasadio sam jednu i kod tebe
Nudističku plažu posmatram iz čamca
Uhvatim ribu bez ijednog mamca
Moja ruka kad napiše tekst to je dobro
Moji tekstovi imaju dupli combo
Nedjeljom idem na piknik i palim roštilj
Pojedem sve meso i ostane hrpa kosti

Naši tekstovi su linije koje život znače
U našem hoodu se duhan žvače
Slažemo novac kao Lego kocke
General je ubojiti maci
Ima asa u rukavu i 100 eura u šaci

One Hundred Euros

The general is a boy at heart
I have a Ferrari, I love to walk
I kill them all at once like Mulan
Mister Tycoon, give me a check with 10 zeros
I always wanted to be a leader
The bitches didn't let me be class president
So I go home and eat dinner
I sail the world on a block of ice, on a glacier

While I'm online on Facebook, my thoughts fly
Is someone ready for my child
Is anyone ready to be my half
When they kill me like Pac and she becomes a widow
I always take the change when I pay the hooker
I dress nicely because I read "Burda"
I play PS and boost all the players
The opponent goes home early and cries

I grow grass at home for my own needs
But you know, I planted one at your place too
I watch the nudist beach from my boat
I catch a fish without a lure
When my hand writes a text, it's good
My texts have a double combo
On Sundays, I go for a picnic and light up the grill
I eat all the meat and there's a pile of bones left

Our lyrics are lines that mean life
In our hood, we chew on tobacco
We fold money like Lego blocks
The general is a colored teddy bear
He has an ace up his sleeve and 100 euros in his pocket