Paroles et traduction Kandžija & Gole Žene - Duge Kandže

Duge Kandže

Na ruci duge kandže, na ruci duge kandže
Da mogu gulit narandže

Na ruci duge kandže, na ruci duge kandže
Da mogu gulit, da mogu gu gu gulit (Ruud Gulit)

Imam friz poput Biebera
Kendži u trendži od mikrofibera
Nema većeg džibera
Direktor, kidam, izuvam, gazim, triatlon
Kalašnjikov flo, pec pec nemoj dirat to
Na ruci duge kandže, na ruci duge kandže
...da mogu gulit narandže
Pitaju me odakle ti rime, đe ih nađe
Šta kaže? Pitajte Toxa švercam ih iz Mađe
Reperi u jahtama, svi su badže
Potapam im lađe, ostavim ožiljke ko Marisol
Progledaju svi ko Esmeralda
Gledaju me, ne vjeruju, pitaju se, nije valjda?
Ali je, i ako te zanima, sjedam na bit skupa ko paradajz i slanina
Sa tavana ili iz pušnice, sami se čušnite
Rime su vam ušljive moje su Jea
I vruće su ko kazan jer sam jedan bezobrazan
Lik koji ga je prevrnio, osjeti smrad ko je ovako izuvao
Bit Koolade skuva, cijelo selo se naduvalo
Kao što vidiš bavim se sportom
Zdrav život i to, John Stockton
Mičem sivilo, dodajem začin, koji?
Najbolji, najljući, baranjski, najjači
Idemo vitamin c za vaš pospali - mozak
Da konačno svi progledate ne prospete - mozak
Jer jebu vas u - mozak, likovi bez - mozga
Isto kao Kozjak, nose trenerku i kožnjak
U magli nebitnog između serija
Vidim svjetlo i bez baterija
Sad bi trebo reći nešto pametno al jebiga
Mikrofon i ploče jedite voće, eo vam

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Oooj!
Na ruci duge kandže, u džepu malo gandže
Ja sam onaj čoravi što stoji pored Kandže
Golih žena zlatne žice sound sistema
A ti od ova tri biraj šta bi rađe - čuo, čula
Da scena je trula mi smo jedini koji tu kuvaju taj gruv
Oldskul ko moj stari i njegova sestra
Ko njena vesta i nikada nećemo prestat
Mračne, rep njuške misle da nešto znače
Takve odgajamo rasukačem, oklagijom
Častimo ih riječima i rakijom i previše bazdimo za teve i radio
Lajv iz vukojebine 031, tu se mudruje šta i kako 24/7
Lega iako nas nema imamo sve što treba
Čuješ nas samo jednom i jebeno nemoš doć sebi jer
Prelomimo beat ko dug jer smo drugovi previše bina strgali
Vi ste hrkali, šljakamo mrtvi rep i ništa drugo
Dok se ostali predugo samo vrte u krug, a kru su
Huljba, File, Gocoš, Pipa, Mali rio, to je ta ekipa
Zajebani ko nikad gdje god da se dođe, reci koja je tajna?
Jedemo voće x3

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Long Claws

On the hand long claws, on the hand long claws
To peel oranges

On the hand long claws, on the hand long claws
To peel them, to peel them, to g g g peel them (Ruud Gullit)

I have a haircut like Bieber
Kangjee in trendy clothes made of microfibre
There's no bigger talker
Director, I throw, take off, step on, triathlon
Kalashnikov flow, don't touch it
On the hand long claws, on the hand long claws
...to peel oranges
They ask me where I get my rhymes, where I find them
What's he saying? Ask Tox, I smuggle them from Hungary
Rappers in yachts, they're all badges
I sink their ships, leaving scars like Marisol
They all stare like Esmeralda
They look at me, they don't believe it, they wonder, is it possible?
But it is, and if you're curious, I sit on the beat like tomatoes and bacon
From the ceiling or from the gun, you figure it out
Your rhymes are lousy, mine are Jea
And they're hot as a cauldron because I'm a shameless
A character who turned it around, smells like someone who's taken off like this
Koolaid makes the cauldron boil, the whole village swells up
As you can see, I'm into sports
Healthy living and all that, John Stockton
I shift the gray, add some spice, which one?
The best, the hottest, from Baranja, the strongest
Let's go vitamin C for your sleepy - brain
So that you can finally all see clearly, not fail - brain
Because they're screwing you in the - brain, characters without a - brain
Just like Kojak, they wear tracksuits and leather jackets
In the fog of insignificance between series
I see the light without batteries
Now I should say something clever, but damn
Microphone and records, eat fruit, you guys

Chorus 2x
Oooj!
On the hand long claws, in the pocket a little weed
I'm the sockless one who stands next to Kandja
Naked women, golden wires, sound system
And you, out of these three, choose what you'd rather - hear, hear
The scene is rotten, we're the only ones who cook this groove here
Old school like my father and his sister
Like her vest, we'll never stop
Dark, rap noses think they know something
We raise them with a rifle, a big stick
We treat them to words and brandy and we have too much fun for TV and radio
Live from the backwoods 031, here we philosophize about what and how 24/7
Lying, even though we're not here, we have everything we need
You hear us only once and you can't come to your senses because
We break the beat in half because we're friends who have played too much music together
Y'all snoring, we're fucking dead rap and nothing else
While others just spin around for too long, and they're round
Huljba, File, Gocoš, Pipa, Mali Rio, that's the team
Fucked up like never before, wherever you go, tell me what's the secret?
We eat fruit x3

Chorus 2x