Paroles et traduction Djecaci - Krek kuća (feat. Neki tvrdi likovi)

Krek kuća (feat. Neki tvrdi likovi)

Stani lave, stani, sranja tek počinju
Dolazim vremeplovom kroz crvotočinu
Iz '91. odrasta na zločinu
Htia si me sj*, neš proć lišo
Uskrsnia san, vraćam se ka Mate Mišo
Papi batina, j*i luđak
Pljakčam državu ka ankica tuđman
Iman likove friško vanka iz zatvora
Iman likove, još nisu vanka iz zatvora
Skeniram kurve ka skener, treniram kurve ka trener
Igrač iz sjene
Na šanku gan otkočen, rakiju poločen
Smočim brčinu, vadim kurčinu
Kurva u wc-u me moli za milost
Jedem emceeje ka prilog s malo bilog
Došla si u hotel, tila bit top model
Sad si na dopu, radiš za top bordel
Večeras si papiju u krilu
Sutra sj* u šikari u trilju
Sutra kuvan krek u podrumu u kninu
Lav sa čeličnim mudima
Vade te zapaljenog iz kontejnera negdi na brdima
Vadim ti srce prstima
Vruć ka metak u prsima
Niko ne čuje tvoj zadnji vrisak
Pujanke, više olova u zraku nego Sisak
John Wayne
Pljačkamo banke sa srbima, maske
Na glavama, u bosni plivamo u markama
Ukradene aute dilamo, a u stankama
Šmrčemo labirinte koke sa sisice
Misice sela, naivnim dušama
Pružamo kredite, ugušimo ih kamatom
I otmemo im dite pa prodamo organe
Jednonogom zlatnozubom mesaru iz tirane
Iva Jerković mi siše cijev kubure
A Nikolina Pišek radi milkshake
Na stražnjem sjedalu bembure, hodam po rubu
Ne diraj me dok plešem s kalašem u klubu
Kročimo noćima jugoistočne evrope
Luđi od jedija s rogovima antilope
Tvrđi od hrđe s mača kralja smetlišta
Srčem ti srce pravac vječna lovišta
Lil' Jon
Lil' Wayne
Lil' John Wayne
Đoku tučem, koku vučem
Lift ispišam, haubu ti išaram sa ključem
Jer sam opasan, prodajem drogu, smrdim na ralon
Isčupam ti nogu i prebijem te sa njom
Govno iz spinuta, brutalno vnugo
Kujo začepi uđi u yugo, idemo do
Zvončaca izbacit mrtvaca iz gepeka
Sa krvavom rukom tražim kazetu bebeka
Kuju plesnem, drolju trisnem
Tučem p*, derem se na kurve ka hitler
Kujo napravi filter, droljo vadi sjemenke
P* reci kurvi da ode kupit limenke
Tako da skupim dvi keke i odem kupit
Cipele u peke, izudaram te sa njima
Vrućina u kući ljući od kulenove seke
Papi kuva krek u wc-u apoteke
Moje kmice na kmice ispaljuju hice
Triba si ostat doma slušat smithse, p* jedna
Mi smo kvartovske ubojice, sačmarice
Ispod siceva, Bic upaljači ispod žlice
Papa alex dragi drugi, moje kuje su časne
Istetovirana ruža duž cile kobase
Long dick, veliki meštar od orgija
Sveti pimp, srednje ime ženska psihologija
Sigurne su da uvik su sigurne na ulici
Naplatin isto i ministru i ubici
Fer popust za kler, sve je u tarifi
Sa kujama dilin fifti fifti
Pleskan ih po guzici glatkoj, pljas
Držin ih na uzici kratkoj
Živimo u harmoniji slatkoj, samo takvoj
Ja prvi ispod Boga, one prve ispod moga
Jer bija san prvi šta se popea na brdo
I vidija san gospu u suzama od krvi
Rekla mi je, dragi, sranje je pretvrdo
Trči doli, mlati lovu i izj* cilo krdo
Komad mozga u čarapi, luda kombinatorika
Let u balonima, bacamo bombe na tvoj grad
Naređujem narudžbe, 20 deka polija
20 deka kreka zamotanog u foliju
Neko mora pušit, neko mora pit
Reci mi svoje tajne, sutra ću zaboravit
Boravim na mjestima di se bojiš zakoračit
Mi vladamo ovdje jer tu vlada zakon jačih
Tlačimo te, okačimo te o gaće na trgu
Plačeš za prvom sestrom, mi svlačimo drugu
Kuburu u šupu, bum bum kupus
Čovjek je čovjeku vuk, mi smo vuku lupus
Kuhar kuha krek dok ga pakuju drugi
Al mrtvi su ako nađem ijednu dlaku u juhi
Lijemo krv za drugove pomrle, dječaci
Dolazimo zajedno ko woo-ove obrve
Lil' Jon
Lil' Wayne
Lil' John Wayne
Crtam staklom po licu, zakujem za plafon kmicu
U setu prve pomoći držim bajunetu i krunicu
Meni novac život znači, a ne nikakve daske
Daska u zube, prika, u glavu patik adi dassler
Ne virujem materi, drugima još i manje
Zaj* me, s očevim očima ću ti igrat franje
Ujutro se obrijem, već za ručkom sučem brk
6 metara, 500 kila u tuti od o'neila
Režem kroz jutro udove, kroz popodne utrobe
Svima onima koji ne znaju vratit dugove
Prika, u mom kvartu nema knjižnica
Dica u album lipe osmrtnice umisto sličica
Iman 17. stoljeća star zanat klošaru
Isčupam ti glavu, igran ti s njom na košarku
Kotrljam poljičkom, suzuki burgman
Na faci prada cvike, u ustima truba
Svaku besu šta udrem, zaradim po soma
Ako mi se svidi, i peristil ću odnit doma
Imam 40 bugarkinja sa bulgari cvikama
Umiru od gladi ako mi se ne j* s prikama
Na livoj ruci, zlatni sat s plazma ekranom
Stisnem botun i gledam pornić s tvojom mamom
Imam špine iz kojih teče vaginalni sekret
U garaži vbr s kojeg pucam kad je dernek
Strogo poslovno, kiša metaka s dječacima
Ljuske od oraha razbijamo s očnim kapcima
Sj* leden gledam kuju pa zavedem je
Odvedem je u Ladu poj* pa odj* je
Metak u potiljak ko god da mi prigovori
Otvorim paljbu umisto pičkama da odgovorim
Krvavi dlanovi, kad posao svoj rješavam
Đane zavežem, pa vješam leševe za vješala
Režem iz zabave, ubijam pro bono
Plati mi za krek il raznesem te sa bombom
Tenkom preko kvarta, sniman kurve sa topa
Pajkan me štopa zbog pet tona dopa
Zoljom meljem svinje, pa gmižu kao crvi
Zakinem im značke pa se okupam u krvi
Imam te papire, ne mislim na rizle
Imam taj sir kojim kupujem parizer
Kaput od mamuta, na brku trag baruta
Vrag je na podiju, opale te kopita
Moje geslo puknem te veslom PAF
Ovo sranje je tvrdo, sranje je tuff
Moj stil je grimy, stil je ruff
Carujem rimama jer Oreb je laf
Mjesni mrtvozornik moli me da prestanem
Jer toliko hejtera u hladnjaču ne stane
Broj hood igrača polako nestaje
Nemaju kud, a moj gan ne staje
Punim te grobove ka borgove kocke
Propucam kmice pa uzimam novce
Truba mi je milija nego Papi Biblija
Nego kumu Marku Sveti Ilija

Crack House (feat. Some Hard Guys)

Stop, lion, stop, the shit's just starting
I'm coming through a wormhole in a time machine
From '91, raised on crime
You wanted to fuck me, you won't get away with it, bitch
I've risen, I'm coming back like Mate Mišo
Daddy's a thug, a crazy fucker
I'm looting the state like Ankica Tuđman
I have guys fresh out of jail
I have guys, they're not out of jail yet
I scan whores like a scanner, I train whores like a trainer
Player from the shadows
At the bar, gun cocked, rakija poured
I wet my mustache, I pull out my dick
The whore in the toilet begs me for mercy
I eat emcees like a side dish with a little white
You came to the hotel, you wanted to be a top model
Now you're on leave, working for a top brothel
Tonight you're on a daddy's lap
Tomorrow you'll be fucking in the bushes in Trilj
Tomorrow cooking crack in a basement in Knin
Lion with steel balls
They pull you out of a dumpster on fire somewhere in the hills
I pull your heart out with my fingers
Hot as a bullet in your chest
Nobody hears your last scream
Gunshots, more lead in the air than Sisak
John Wayne
We rob banks with Serbs, masks
On our heads, in Bosnia we swim in marks
We deal stolen cars, and in between
We snort labyrinths of coke off a tit
Village beauty queens, to naive souls
We give loans, suffocate them with interest
And kidnap their child and sell the organs
To a one-legged, gold-toothed butcher from Tirana
Iva Jerković sucks the barrel of my gun
And Nikolina Pišek makes milkshakes
In the back seat of a Beemer, I walk on the edge
Don't touch me while I'm dancing with a Kalashnikov in the club
We stride through the nights of southeastern Europe
Crazier than Jedis with antelope horns
Harder than the rust on the sword of the king of the landfill
I suck your heart straight to the eternal hunting grounds
Lil' Jon
Lil' Wayne
Lil' John Wayne
I beat Đoka, I drag coke
I piss on the elevator, I scratch your hood with a key
Because I'm dangerous, I sell drugs, I smell like Ralon
I'll rip your leg off and beat you with it
Shit from Spinut, brutal grandson
Dawg shut up get in the Yugo, let's go to
Zvončac to throw the dead man out of the trunk
With a bloody hand I'm looking for Bebek's cassette
I slap the bitch, I slam the whore
I beat the pussy, I yell at whores like Hitler
Dawg make a filter, whore take out the seeds
Pussy tell the whore to go buy cans
So I can collect two grand and go buy
Shoes in Peke, I'll beat you up with them
The heat in the house is hotter than Kulen's sister
Daddy cooks crack in the pharmacy toilet
My bitches on bitches are firing shots
You should've stayed home listening to the Smiths, you pussy
We are neighborhood killers, shotguns
Under the seats, Bic lighters under the spoon
Papa Alex dear friend, my bitches are honorable
A tattooed rose along the whole sausage
Long dick, grand master of orgies
Holy pimp, middle name female psychology
They are sure that they are always safe on the street
I charge the same to the minister and the murderer
Fair discount for the clergy, everything is in the tariff
With the bitches I split fifty-fifty
I slap them on their smooth ass, bam
I keep them on a short leash
We live in sweet harmony, just like that
I'm the first under God, they're the first under mine
Because I was the first to climb the hill
And I saw the lady in tears of blood
She told me, honey, shit's too hard
Run down, make money and fuck the whole herd
Piece of brain in a sock, crazy combinatorics
Balloon flight, we throw bombs at your city
I order orders, 20 decagrams of speed
20 decagrams of crack wrapped in foil
Someone has to smoke, someone has to drink
Tell me your secrets, I'll forget them tomorrow
I stay in places where you're afraid to step
We rule here because the law of the strong rules here
We oppress you, hang you by your pants in the square
You cry for the first sister, we undress the second
Gun in the shed, boom boom cabbage
Man is a wolf to man, we are a wolf to the wolf
The cook cooks crack while others pack it
But they're dead if I find a single hair in the soup
We shed blood for our dead comrades, boys
We come together like Woo's eyebrows
Lil' Jon
Lil' Wayne
Lil' John Wayne
I draw on your face with glass, I nail a bitch to the ceiling
In my first aid kit I keep a bayonet and a rosary
Money means life to me, not some planks
Plank in your teeth, buddy, Adi Dassler sneaker in your head
I don't trust my mother, let alone others
Fuck with me, I'll play Franjo with your father's eyes
I shave in the morning, I twirl my mustache at lunch
6 meters, 500 kilos in O'Neil's pacifier
I cut limbs in the morning, guts in the afternoon
To all those who don't know how to pay their debts
Dude, there are no libraries in my neighborhood
Kids stick obituaries instead of pictures in their albums
I have a 17th-century craft for a bum
I'll rip your head off, I'll play basketball with it
I roll through Poljička, Suzuki Burgman
Prada shades on my face, trumpet in my mouth
Every beat I hit, I earn a grand
If I like it, I'll take the Peristyle home too
I have 40 Bulgarian women with Bulgarian eyes
They starve to death if I don't fuck with dudes
On my left hand, a gold watch with a plasma screen
I press a button and watch porn with your mom
I have caves from which vaginal secretions flow
In the garage, a VBR that I shoot when it's a party
Strictly business, rain of bullets with the boys
We crack walnuts with our eyelids
Fucking ice cold I look at the bitch and seduce her
I take her to the Lada, fuck her, and then ditch her
A bullet in the back of the head to whoever complains to me
I open fire instead of answering with pussies
Bloody palms, when I'm doing my job
I tie up Đane, and then hang corpses on the gallows
I cut for fun, I kill pro bono
Pay me for the crack or I'll blow you up with a bomb
Tank through the neighborhood, filming whores with a cannon
The cop stops me for five tons of dope
I grind pigs with a RPG, and they crawl like worms
I steal their badges and bathe in their blood
I have those papers, I don't mean rolling papers
I have that cheese that I buy parizer with
Mammoth coat, trace of gunpowder on my mustache
The devil is on the podium, hooves hit you
My motto is I'll blow you up with a dinghy PAF
This shit is hard, shit is tuff
My style is grimy, style is ruff
I reign with rhymes because Oreb is a boss
The local coroner begs me to stop
Because so many haters don't fit in the morgue
The number of hood players is slowly disappearing
They have nowhere to go, and my gun doesn't stop
I fill your graves like Borg cubes
I shoot bitches and take the money
The trumpet is dearer to me than the Bible to Papi
Than Saint Elijah to godfather Marko