Paroles et traduction Ajs Nigrutin - Oklagija

Oklagija

Ima da te udarim oklagijom o glavu,
Kicmu, ledjima iz sve snage jako, ej
Sedem u traktor, stavim akumulator
Rotor, stator razapne mi sator

Stakor mi zaglavio ventilator
Onda sam ga udario polukom zlatnom
Ej, poceo da cvili
U krigli kurac mi zili

Ja sam Ajs Nigrutin
Mikrofon jedan, mikrofon dva

Je l' ima neko rizle
Imam, brate, ja
Je l' ima neko pive
Imam, brate, ja

Je l' ima neko rime
Imam, brate, ja
Vacari nas za vime
'Ocu, brate, ja

Kilo granje lesim
Oblacim ja
Velja
Kupusa i kelja
Udario me proliv, idem da kenjam

Mikrofom jedan, jebo te 'leba
U govnetu kukuruz I ko zna koje cega
Izuo sam patike, dosta mi je svega
Svirao je Brega i Dzema Jedna Tegla

Vikler na gitari, ja sam uz'o serpa
Pogledam u levo, ono Brege nema
Kad je cuo kako sviramo profi
Pit'o da ga primimo u grupu "Bad Copy"

Timbe je rek'o da nece ni da cuje
Jer Bregina cipela okolo truje
Sazvali smo sastanak, tacka dnevnog reda
Da li ce u grupu biti primljen Brega
I njegova grupa Dzema Jedna Tegla

Na sastanku mi pocela da zvoni motorola
Dobro vece, ko je - ovde, brate, Cola
'De si, brate Colo, strasno sam zauzet
Poslali smo Bregu da opere patike
Pocelo da smrdi k'o otrovne dzenerike
Simi, simi, jo, cizme i simike

Rolling Pin

I'm gonna hit you in the head with a rolling pin,
Your spine, your back, with all my might, hey
I'll sit in the tractor, put the battery in
Rotor, stator, my tent will expand

A rat got stuck in my fan
So I hit him with a golden shoehorn
Hey, he started squealing
My dick is throbbing in the mug

I am Ice Nigrutin
Microphone one, microphone two

Does anyone have rolling papers
I do, bro
Does anyone have beer
I do, bro

Does anyone have rhymes
I do, bro
They're milking us for all we're worth
I want it, bro

A kilo of branches I'm smoking
I'm putting on
Velvet
Cabbage and kale
Diarrhea hit me, I'm going to shit

Microphone one, for fuck's sake
Corn and who knows what else in the shit
I took off my shoes, I'm done with everything
Brega and Dzema Jedna Tegla were playing

Hair curler on the guitar, I took a pot
I look to the left, Brega is gone
When he heard how we play, like pros
He asked us to let him join the group "Bad Copy"

Timbe said he wouldn't even hear of it
Because Brega's shoe stinks all around
We called a meeting, agenda item
Whether Brega will be admitted to the group
And his group Dzema Jedna Tegla

At the meeting my Motorola started ringing
Good evening, who is it - it's Cola, bro
Where are you, bro Cola, I'm terribly busy
We sent Brega to wash his shoes
It started to stink like poisonous generics
Simi, simi, yo, boots and simike