Paroles et traduction L.O.C. - Chefen

Chefen

Hvordan vil du fucke med mig luder
Jeg er så rigtig og velsignet af guder
Stadig bag toned ruder, ja endda dobbelt ton
Kører allerede på fælgene, i kan ikk stoppe mig nu
Behøver ikk at kalde mig noget, nej i gør det for mig
Fuck jeres små bække, i bayliner på floder
Det er svært ikke at smile, min emalje den skinder
Fra nu af, og til min fucking dødsdag oprinder
Jeg mister skydeskiven, men i kan ikke ramme
Så de prøver på at presse mig på mit temprement
Der er kun et scenarie, hvor jeg ser rødt
Det er hvis din so er i velur, og hun tar' første ryk
Jeg er oven på, oven ud, over stadig
Vil have hele pisset ja det vil jeg stadig - så hey
I kan se mig fejre jeres succes,
For det os' min fortjæneste, så skål for L.O.C
I er snefnug i vinden, ja i smelter når i lander
Mens jeg har lagt mit lort ud over hele danmark
Kan ikk åbne munden uden at lyde som en nar
Men det her er sandheden så nu siger jeg det bare
Jeg er et fucking ikon, det handler ikk' om penge
Selv MC Einar, var ikk på toppen så længe
Ja jeg er blevet medie profileret
For at få mit fucking arbejde bredt, eksponeret
Så det er ikke let at abstrahere
Når mit fjæs det er placeret hvor end du ser
Det bliver opfattet som at have solgt ud
Hvornår lille luder ja så kom da med at bud
Alzhaimer's var beskidt
B.A.N.G.E.R.S var beskidt
Spørg hos om L.O.C, de sir' han er beskidt
Har lavet et nummer om at slik en tøs i røven
Og fået 6-stjerner for lortet, du er velkommen til at prøve
Jeg er taknemmelig for fans, og folk der lytter
Og giver mere end 2 sekunder til det jeg spytter
Så undskyld hvis jeg bruger jer som eksempel
Men lad mig stille det her lort op helt simpelt
Jeg spillede KB-hallen og SCC
Der kom sammenlagt 6.000 til det
Allesammen de betalte 200 i døren
Det var de så interesserede nok til de gad gøre
Og du kunne ikk få det halve til
At smide 150, for din fucking cd
Selvom den så er til evig eje
Hey lille amatør, hvad siger det om dig
Du en fucking taber mand
Helt ærligt rigtig taber bitch
Sådan en seriøs taber - he he he he

The Boss

How would you dare to fuck with me, honey
I'm so real and blessed by the gods
Still behind tinted windows, yes, even double-tinted
Already running on my rims, you can't stop me now
Don't need to call me anything, no, you do it for me
Fuck your little creeks, you Bayliners on the rivers
It's hard not to smile, my enamel shines
From now on, and until my fucking deathday arises
I'm losing the target, but you can't hit
So they try to pressure me on my temperament
There's only one scenario where I see red
That's if your sock is in velor, and she takes the first pull
I'm on top, on top, still over it
Want all the piss yes I still do - so hey
You can watch me celebrate your success
Because it's my earnings, so cheers to L.O.C
You are snowflakes in the wind, yes you melt when you land
While I've laid my shit out all over Denmark
Can't open my mouth without sounding like a fool
But this is the truth so now I'll just say it
I'm a fucking icon, it's not about money
Even MC Einar, wasn't on top for that long
Yes, I've been mediatized
To get my fucking work out there, exposed
So it's not easy to abstract
When my face is placed wherever you look
It's perceived as having sold out
When, little honey, so when, come on, tell me
Alzhaimer's was dirty
B.A.N.G.E.R.S was dirty
Ask around about L.O.C., they'll tell you he's dirty
Made a song about licking a chick in the asshole
And got 6 stars for the shit, you're welcome to try
I'm grateful for fans and people who listen
And give more than 2 seconds to what I spit
So sorry if I use you as an example
But let me put this shit up quite simply
I played KB-hallen and SCC
Together they came to 6,000
All of them paid 200 at the door
That's how interested they were enough to do it
And you couldn't get half of them
To throw down 150 for your fucking CD
Even though it's forever yours
Hey, little amateur, what does that say about you
You're a fucking loser, man
Seriously, a real loser, bitch
Such a serious loser - he he he he