Paroles et traduction b.u.g. mafia - Schimbu' 3

Schimbu' 3

Socului, spatele blocului
Intr-o burta de balena dam un cui
Doua, timbru, trei sau poate patru
Fum in cutie, cineva aprinde blunt-u'
Liniste deplina
Ragga in surdina
Mortii ma-sii, luna plina
Trebuie sa fac cumva sa ies din masina
Strada m-apasa, valea acasa
Paranoia, belea, cu mortu'-ascuns in canapea
Calup de has intr-o punga de cadou
Gaborii pe mine sa ma bage la bulau
De dincolo de zid
Frate, stai linistit, e de la acid
A, timbru, blunt-u', a, da
Vine dimineata
E devreme, nici nu s-a racit asfaltu'
E devreme, mergem dintr-un loc in altu'
E devreme, strada isi arata fata
Schimbu' 3 preia orasu' pana dimineata
Insomnie si dor de galagie
Fac ture iar, din Tei pana-n Regie
Jointuri rulate, coca intr-o hartie
Si-o pizda grava, cu chef de nasolie
Capu' e ceas, dar am mintea corupta
Vreau sa-i dau muie exact langa o circa
Locatia-i de vina, fata-i pierduta
Suge ca garda atunci cand ne asculta
O pun in taxi si plec la matoleala
S-aplic ce nu mi-au zis astia la scoala
Ca, de te doare ceva, nu-i indoiala
Medicamentu' perfect e-o balcaneala
Cu ticalosii, o ard cu pacatosii
Alcool si droage la greu, cu toti colosii
Am ochii rosii, direct Ferrari rosii
Si dracu rade ca-mi plang in rai stramosii
E devreme, nici nu s-a racit asfaltu'
E devreme, mergem dintr-un loc in altu'
E devreme, strada isi arata fata
Schimbu' 3 preia orasu' pana dimineata
Ies din acelasi bloc, sunt si gheata, si foc
Gheata si foc, gheata si foc
Sechele de zapada, zapada, geana pe garda
Deranj pe strada, din nou la prada
Sirene cu miros de morti, fluiera roti
La colt toti, tarfe si hoti
Micu' Paris, da, de nedescris
Lumina de neon peste cacat... E vis
La club e coada, cu smecherii pe tava
Sampanie cu artifica-nfipta sa se vada
Pizdelee pe telefoane toate
Doar unghii sofisticate, ca le si mananca-n spate pe toate
E 4 dimineata si nu vreau rasarit
Vad o punkista nebuna, nici asta n-a prea dormit
Zice ca sta in PTM si ne asculta de mica
Imi ia mana si si-o pune fix la pasarica
E devreme, nici nu s-a racit asfaltu'
E devreme, mergem dintr-un loc in altu'
E devreme, strada isi arata fata
Schimbu' 3 preia orasu' pana dimineata
Cetatenii sforaie devreme dimineata 6

Shift 3

Back of the building, in the hood
We spark a blunt in the belly of the whale
Two, timbre, three or maybe four
Smoke fills the box, someone lights it up
Complete silence
Ragga on low volume
Damn it, full moon
I gotta find a way to get out of this car
The streets are pressing, home is calling
Paranoia, trouble, with a dead man hidden on the couch
Block of hash in a gift bag
The cops are on me, trying to lock me up
From beyond the wall
Bro, stay calm, it's from the acid
Ah, timbre, the blunt, ah, yeah
Morning is coming
It's early, the asphalt hasn't even cooled down
It's early, we're going from one place to another
It's early, the streets are showing their face
Shift 3 takes over the city until morning
Insomnia and longing for noise
I'm doing laps again, from Tei to Regie
Rolled joints, coke in a paper
And a hot bitch, in the mood for trouble
My head is a clock, but my mind is corrupted
I wanna fuck her right next to a church
It's the location's fault, the girl is lost
She sucks like the guards when they're listening to us
I put her in a taxi and go to hustle
Applying what they didn't teach me at school
Because, if something hurts you, there's no doubt
The perfect medicine is a Balkan party
With the villains, I'm hanging with the sinners
Alcohol and drugs in excess, with all the titans
My eyes are red, straight up red Ferrari
And the devil laughs as my ancestors cry in heaven
It's early, the asphalt hasn't even cooled down
It's early, we're going from one place to another
It's early, the streets are showing their face
Shift 3 takes over the city until morning
I come out of the same block, I'm both ice and fire
Ice and fire, ice and fire
Snow remnants, snow, eye on guard
Disturbance on the street, on the prowl again
Sirens with the smell of death, wheels whistling
At the corner, everyone, whores and thieves
Little Paris, yes, indescribable
Neon light over shit... It's a dream
At the club there's a queue, with the big shots on display
Champagne with sparklers stuck in it to be seen
Bitches are all on their phones
Only sophisticated nails, like they eat each other behind their backs
It's 4 am and I don't want sunrise
I see a crazy punk girl, she hasn't slept much either
She says she lives in PTM and has been listening to us since she was little
She takes my hand and puts it right on her pussy
It's early, the asphalt hasn't even cooled down
It's early, we're going from one place to another
It's early, the streets are showing their face
Shift 3 takes over the city until morning
The citizens are snoring, it's early, 6 am