Lyrics and translation Orgi-E - City2musik (Hva Glor Du På) - Radio Edit

City2musik (Hva Glor Du På) - Radio Edit

Fængselsorkesteret spiller for sidste gang
Det ene kvarter efter det andet, skyder op!
Det ligner sådan et bedre fængsel, det noget møg det hele her ude.
Jeg arbejder her ude, men jeg vil ik' bo her.

Der ingen fucking stress, jeg født på tidens holdeplads.
Remoladestræde hvor folk de flasher i joggin-dress,
Med en stjålet taske under armen når de på vej op og vask.
Dolk og bat - dårligt match,
Vokset op med folk der gir' ordenlig klask!
Din nabo stjæler din' ting, og sælger dem tilbage til dig,
To dage efter, hvis der noget tilbage til dig!
Vi lave som fællesnævner, der ævler for at hævd' os,
Højtrystende med knojern købt i Polen for at tæv' dig!
Og vi sir' hey!

Hvad glor du på?!
(Hey hey) Hvad glor du på?!
(Hey) Hvad glor du på?!
(Hey hey) Hvad glor du på?!
(Hey) Hvad glor du på?!
(Hey hey) Hvad glor du på?!
(Hey) Hvad glor du på?!
(Hey hey) Hvad glor du på?!

Knallert 45 hakket, siden jeg var 16.
Mike Tyson på mit TV, købt uden regning.
Ordenlig rejsning på til kanal k, og har en signing,
Eget pladeselskab - selvskabt, mig forretning!
Der står knæk og bræk på siden af vores firmabiler,
Vestegnens slemme drenge besider alle virkemidler.
Cirkelspark, træningshave, gaspistoler og' slag i maven,
Kastestjerner, rygeklubber med ludere i mandelgave,
Plastik fortænder,
Silikone patter - Hvor du far til 3 børn, men ik' din kones datter.
Pædagoger der på druk siden 68', og som personligt er der.
Du må luk og sluk for salg af hash pga. beboer klager.
Steroidebrider, protein pulver,
Gemmer tjal i støvsugeren selv fra et lille
Vi vilde unger, røver dig og pisser på dig!
Har baldret skaller mod wc kummer, så vi sir.

(Hey) Hvad glor du på?!
(Hey hey) Hvad glor du på?!
(Hey) Hvad glor du på?!
(Hey hey) Hvad glor du på?!
(Hey) Hvad glor du på?!
(Hey hey) Hvad glor du på?!
(Hey) Hvad glor du på?!
(Hey hey) Hvad glor du på?!

Ik' noget hipster pis! det city 2 musik, så la' det lort læg!
(La-la la' det, la' det lort læg!)
Ik' noget hipster pis! det city 2 musik, så la' det lort læg!
.Og hel' familien den sir':

(Hey) Hvad glor du på?!
(Hey hey) Hvad glor du på?!
(Hey) Hvad glor du på?!
(Hey hey) Hvad glor du på?!
(Hey) Hvad glor du på?!
(Hey hey) Hvad glor du på?!
(Hey) Hvad glor du på?!
Hvad fuck, fuck glor du på?!
(Hey) Hvad glor du på?!
(Hey hey) Hvad glor du på?!
(Hey) Hvad glor du på?!
(Hey hey) Hvad glor du på?!
(Hey) Hvad glor du på?!
(Hey hey) Hvad glor du på?!
(Hey) Hvad glor du på?!
Hvad fuck, fuck glor du på?!

Galgebakken.
Galgebakken.

Min familie og jeg vi trives vældig godt her,
Jeg har talt med mange mennesker, og de er allesammen vældig tilfredse
Både med husene og med alt det der bliver gjort ved trivslen her ude.

City2musik (Hva Glor Du På) - Radio Edit

The prison orchestra plays for the last time
One quarter hour after the other, starts shooting!
It looks like such a better prison, it's fucking disgusting out here.
I work out here, but I don't wanna live here.

There ain't no fucking stress, I was born at the time's bus stop.
Remoladestræde where people flash in jogging suits,
With a stolen bag under their arm when they're on their way up to wash.
A knife and a bat - a bad match,
Grown up with people who give real slaps!
Your neighbor steals your things, and sells them back to you,
Two days later, if there's anything left for you!
We do as a common denominator, who humble themselves to assert ourselves,
High-pitched with knuckle dusters bought in Poland to beat you!
And we say hey!

What are you staring at?!
(Hey hey) What are you staring at?!
(Hey) What are you staring at?!
(Hey hey) What are you staring at?!
(Hey) What are you staring at?!
(Hey hey) What are you staring at?!
(Hey) What are you staring at?!
(Hey hey) What are you staring at?!

45-break moped, since I was 16.
Mike Tyson on my TV, bought without a bill.
A proper erection on channel k, and I have a signing,
Own record company - self-created, me business!
It says "break and crush" on the side of our company cars,
The bad boys from Vestegnen possess all the means.
Roundhouse kicks, training garden, gas pistols and stomach punches,
Throwing stars, smoking clubs with sluts in almond presents,
Plastic front teeth,
Silicone breasts - Where you're the father of 3 children, but not your wife's daughter.
Educators who have been on a bender since '68, and who are there personally.
You gotta close and shut down sales of hash because of resident complaints.
Steroid babes, protein powder,
Hiding grass in the vacuum cleaner even from a little
We wild kids, rob you and piss on you!
Have banged skulls against toilet bowls, so we say.

(Hey) What are you staring at?!
(Hey hey) What are you staring at?!
(Hey) What are you staring at?!
(Hey hey) What are you staring at?!
(Hey) What are you staring at?!
(Hey hey) What are you staring at?!
(Hey) What are you staring at?!
(Hey hey) What are you staring at?!

Not some hipster crap! it's city 2 music, so let that shit sink in!
(Let-le-let it, let that shit sink in!)
Not some hipster crap! it's city 2 music, so let that shit sink in!
And the whole family, they say:

(Hey) What are you staring at?!
(Hey hey) What are you staring at?!
(Hey) What are you staring at?!
(Hey hey) What are you staring at?!
(Hey) What are you staring at?!
(Hey hey) What are you staring at?!
(Hey) What are you staring at?!
What the fuck, what the fuck are you staring at?!
(Hey) What are you staring at?!
(Hey hey) What are you staring at?!
(Hey) What are you staring at?!
(Hey hey) What are you staring at?!
(Hey) What are you staring at?!
(Hey hey) What are you staring at?!
(Hey) What are you staring at?!
What the fuck, what the fuck are you staring at?!

Galgebakken.
Galgebakken.

My family and I thrive very well here,
I have spoken to many people, and they are all very satisfied
Both with the houses and with all the work that is done for the well-being out here.