Lyrics and translation Zverina feat. Separ - Dílerská

Dílerská

Z tejto planéty sa stal jeden obrovský Big Brother,
Všade kam ideš ťa sleduje tisíc kamier.
Vždy keď ideš do ulíc predávať pytle,
Vyberie sa baterka, mobil sa vypne.

Vymysli si prezývku, nikomu nepovedz kde bývaš,
Keď ťa budú hľadať, zíde sa tajná skrýša.
Nikomu never, lebo každý vie byť krysa,
Vo vyšetrovačke kde dostáva návrhy od fízla.

Buď neviditeľný - ako duch Patrick Swayze,
Nie jak neopatrné dílerské sezónne hviezdy.
Kúpia si drahé auto jazdia šmykom do zákruty,
Sú zastavení za rýchlosť keď majú kilo v kufri.

Poznal som chlapca ktorý chcel byť ako Scarface,
Díloval piko - už mu nestačil grass.
Nedával si pozor - chytilo ho a dnes,
Keď mu v sprche padne mydlo na zem - má stres.

Áno viem, každý chce byť Gangster,
No ide za mreže keď to nerobí dobre.
Tam ho do riti šukáva nejaký monster
A sníva o úteku jak z väznice Shawshank.

Áno viem, každý chce byť Gangster,
No ide za mreže keď to nerobí dobre.
Tam ho do riti šukáva nejaký monster
A sníva o úteku jak z väznice Shawshank.

Kde bolo tam bolo - stred sídliska,
Panelové domy a životná úroveň nízka.
Chlapci nemajú bohatých tatov jak ty,
Zato nemajú problém ťa vypnúť pätou na ksicht.

Treba robiť love, no nikto nechce chodiť do roboty,
Robia big dres za pándle fajčia kokoty.
Na týchto chlapcov sú krátky,
Lebo majú svoje chodníčky, majú svoje skratky.

No sú aj dilinovci čo to robia okato,
Z bicygla čierne bávo a na krk zlato.
More predvádzať sa je jak udať seba sám,
Jak fanfára - pampára - rampára-rá.

Upozorňuješ na seba,
Jak keď najebaný v strede mesta šlapeš na pedál.
Kamery a napichnuté telefóny - nič nové,
Sledujú ti auto - vedia v ktorom bývaš dome!

Lebo robiť pičoviny veští koniec,
Jedna cesta je basa, druhá utekať jak bezdomovec.
Zdravím všetkých - či sú tam alebo tam
A vyjebaným konfidentom papulu zamykám!

Áno viem, každý chce byť Gangster,
No ide za mreže keď to nerobí dobre.
Tam ho do riti šukáva nejaký monster
A sníva o úteku jak z väznice Shawshank.

Áno viem, každý chce byť Gangster,
No ide za mreže keď to nerobí dobre.
Tam ho do riti šukáva nejaký monster
A sníva o úteku jak z väznice Shawshank.

Dealer's Life

This planet has become one giant Big Brother,
A thousand cameras are watching you everywhere you go.
Whenever you go out on the streets to sell bags,
The battery runs out, the mobile phone turns off.

Come up with a nickname, don't tell anyone where you live,
When they come looking for you, a secret hiding place will appear.
Don't trust anyone, because everyone can be a rat,
At the police station where they get tips from the snitch.

Be invisible - like Patrick Swayze's ghost,
Not like careless dealers, seasonal stars.
They buy an expensive car, they drift into corners,
They are stopped for speeding when they have a kilo in the trunk.

I knew a guy who wanted to be like Scarface,
He was dealing coke - grass wasn't enough for him anymore.
He wasn't careful - he got caught and today,
When he drops the soap on the floor in the shower - he gets stressed.

Yes, I know, everyone wants to be a Gangster,
But he goes to jail when he doesn't do it right.
There he gets fucked in the ass by some monster
And dreams of escaping like from Shawshank Prison.

Yes, I know, everyone wants to be a Gangster,
But he goes to jail when he doesn't do it right.
There he gets fucked in the ass by some monster
And dreams of escaping like from Shawshank Prison.

Where it was, there it was - the middle of the housing estate,
Panel houses and a low standard of living.
Guys don't have rich dads like you,
So they have no problem knocking you out with a kick in the face.

You have to make money, but nobody wants to go to work,
They are making a big dress for pandles, they smoke cocks.
They're too short for these guys,
Because they have their own paths, they have their own shortcuts.

But there are also morons who do it openly,
From the bicycle black cotton and gold on the neck.
Come on, showing off is like giving yourself up,
Like a fanfare - pampara - rampara-ra.

You're drawing attention to yourself,
Like when you're fucking drunk in the middle of the city and stepping on the pedal.
Cameras and tapped phones - nothing new,
They're watching your car - they know what house you live in!

Because doing stupid things foreshadows the end,
One way is jail, the other is to run away like a homeless person.
Greetings to all - whether they are there or there
And I shut the mouth of the fucking snitches!

Yes, I know, everyone wants to be a Gangster,
But he goes to jail when he doesn't do it right.
There he gets fucked in the ass by some monster
And dreams of escaping like from Shawshank Prison.

Yes, I know, everyone wants to be a Gangster,
But he goes to jail when he doesn't do it right.
There he gets fucked in the ass by some monster
And dreams of escaping like from Shawshank Prison.