Paroles et traduction b.u.g. mafia - Ghici Cine S-A-Ntors

Ghici Cine S-A-Ntors

Bha-bha-bha, ghici cine s-a-ntors.
Caddy '98 toata, toata lumea jos.
Ganu' pac-pac-pac, bleau, e la tampla ta,
Nu misca, ti-am spus, ca s-ar putea sa belesti p**a.
Pentru 1998, mori. Sant un Charlie Manson, ucigas de bunavoie (stop).
Nimeni nu stie ce se petrece-n mintea mea bolnava
Si nimeni nu scapa viu (viu) din aceasta treaba.
Am situatia sub control, nu ma face sa te-omor.
Pun degetu' pa tragaci, trag si repede te dobor.
Caci numai cei mai tari (tari) vor supravietui.
Daca m-ar vedea acum si Jacky Dama ar fugi
Nu sant violator, sant ucigas cu sange rece,
Nebunia m-a devorat, nimeni nu ma-ntelege.
Daca mor io, mori si tu (tu), la fel ca-n 97 (7).
Ti-am spus o sa repet, de-aici toti pleaca pe spate.
Refren: x 2
Pa-pa-pa-pa-pam! (ya). pa-pa-pa-pa-pam! (ya).
(Ghici cine s-a-ntors: B. U. G. Mafia.)
Pa-pa-pa-pa-pam! (ya). pa-pa-pa-pa-pam! (ya).
(Bucuresti Underground Mafia.)
Ghici cine s-a intors.
Poti sa fugi, sa te-ascunzi, dar nu are rost.
Sant ca o boala, frate. Nu scapi, frate.
N-ai ce face, frate, mori frate.
Si eu merg mai departe, nu ma uit in spate,
Nici pentru mine nu conteaza daca esti in pat la noapte.
Asa ca nu-ti dau dreptul la cuvant,
Te anunt ca esti deja jumatate in mormant.
Iti iau mortii la p**a, si tie si lua ma-ta
Si stii bine ca nu vorbesc niciodata degeaba.
Deci treaba, pentru tine se complica,
Gura ti s-a umplut de-un magnum 44 si ti-e frica.
Da-te-n sl*b*z, m-am plictisit de fata ta,
Iti dau cu glontu-n m**e, mi-e mila de ma-ta.
Hai sa te rezolv, fraiere, te dobor.
Tataee s-a intors direct din Pantelimon.
Refren: x 2
Imi place sentimentu' sa am un trancan in mana
Si iubesc la nebunie sa-ti trag un glont in capatana.
Ghici cine s-a-ntors in '98 chiar pe felie.
Sant Uzzi. Zi saru'mana pe urma scrie testament.
Intr-adevar, sant dement,
Dac-as fi Al Capone te-as turna si io-n ciment.
Dilesc capatani, poti sa fii sigur ca n-am suflet.
Nu mai plange aiurea, am sa-ti zbor capatana.
Am boala, pe gaborii-mi ingreuneaza treaba,
Ei tot nu fac nimic, oricum sant degeaba,
Deci garda e degeaba, ne strica treaba,
Pentru ca treaba este treaba ce face treaba sa mearga treaba.
M-am intors, sperai sa nu, insa, iarta-ma.
Te-ai speriat atat de rau, te rog frumos, iarta-ma.
Si te mai rog, in genunchi, te omor, amandoi stim,
Santem nascuti ca sa murïm.
Refren: x 3

Take a Guess Who's Back

Bah-bah-bah, take a guess who's back.
1998 Caddy, everybody down low.
The gun sound pac-pac-pac, blasts right through your temple,
Don't move, I told you, or you might just drop dead.
For 1998, you die. I'm a Charlie Manson, a born killer (stop).
Nobody knows what goes on in my sick mind
And nobody gets out of this alive.
I have things under control; don't make me kill you.
I put my finger on the trigger, shoot and quickly strike you down.
Because only the strongest (strongest) will survive.
If Jacky Dama saw me now, he'd run away
I'm not a rapist; I'm a cold-blooded murderer,
Insanity has devoured me; nobody understands me.
If I die, you die too (you), just like in '97 (7).
I told you I'd repeat; everybody leaves here on their back.
Chorus: x 2
Pa-pa-pa-pa-pam! (ya). pa-pa-pa-pa-pam! (ya).
(Take a guess who's back: B. U. G. Mafia.)
Pa-pa-pa-pa-pam! (ya). pa-pa-pa-pa-pam! (ya).
(Bucharest Underground Mafia.)
Take a guess who's back.
You can run, you can hide, but it's no use.
I'm like a disease, brother. You can't escape it, brother.
There's nothing you can do, brother, you die, brother.
And I move on, I don't look back,
Whether or not you're in bed tonight doesn't even matter to me.
So I'm not giving you the right to speak,
I'm letting you know that you're already half in the grave.
I'll bury you, you and your mother
And you know I never just talk.
So things are getting tough for you,
Your mouth is filled with a .44 magnum and you're scared.
Get out of my face, I'm sick of looking at you,
I'll shoot you in the head, I pity your mother.
Let me finish you off, sucker, I'll drop you.
Your daddy's back straight from Pantelimon.
Chorus: x 2
I like the feeling of holding a gun in my hand
And I love to blow your brains out.
Take a guess who's back in '98, fresh.
I'm Uzzi. Say hello and then write your will.
It's true, I'm crazy,
If I was Al Capone, I'd bury you in cement too.
I smash heads, you can be sure I'm heartless.
Stop crying like a baby; I'll blow your head off.
My sickness is a pain, it makes it hard for the cops,
They're still not doing anything; they're useless anyway,
So the guards are useless; they're just slowing us down,
Because things are what make things go.
I'm back; you hoped I wouldn't be, but excuse me.
You're so scared; please forgive me.
And I beg you, on my knees, I'll kill you, we both know,
We were born to die.
Chorus: x 3