Текст и перевод песни Cab feat. Pede B - Baghånd

Baghånd

Hvorfor vil du snak' sådan
Du kan snak' til baghånden
Hvorfor vil du snak' sådan
Hvorfor vil du snak' sådan

Alle vil ha en
Bid af kagen - så vi bliver ved at bage
Til det løber ned ad hagen - og de vil stadig smage
Stadig sultne, gir dem det de vil ha'
De andre de kan spise det der blir tilbage

Sovsen kalder - kokken har planer
Ingen dårlige dage, med de her folk omkring mig
Tag dit lort tilbage til dramaskolen
I snakker om problemer, mayn jeg har ik nogen

Ungerne har spist - damen er vidunderlig
Maven rund og fin, men jeg stadig hungrende
Kan ik stop for fan' - jeg knokler hele dagen
For the fucking man, men lad mig komme til sagen

Mine linjer - dropper hele hagen
Dine linjer - ah, fuck af
Tænker bare at tage de ting jeg skal ha
Ser ikk tilbage, henter det i dag

For det handler om penge, hvis du handler med Cab
Rap eller anpart, alting betalt
Ser jer når I snakker - ved om ikke i fanger
I ikke har bidraget, jeg bringer mit eget

Shh — lad lige far snak'
Fordi jeg' brandvarm, hip hop arm - maan
Jeg så klar, så jeg tager den til næste niveau
Med hele mit crew, vi hænger endnu

(Lad gå)

Hvorfor vil du snakke sådan
Du kan snakke til baghånden
Hvorfor vil du snakke sådan
- Der ikk' noget problem

Hvorfor vil du snakke sådan
Du kan snakke til baghånden
Hvorfor vil du snakke sådan
- Der ikk' noget problem

Rap ud til kakkelbordene
Intet feinschmecker onani med fremmedordene
Giv mig mine blomster før min' ben de bli'r vakkelvorne
Helst dem man ka' inhalere, for roser har jo faktisk torne
Holdet er for svedige, ren mandehørm
Bokser mig frem til jeg har set hvert verdenshjørne
Og jeg har øjne som en vaskebjørn
13 albums dyb, single-deals er for pattebørn
Urtehaven er så frodig og herlig
Kronisk besværlig, mit hovede er mærkeligt
Sidste år lærte jeg noget jeg tror er lidt særligt
Tag kun råd fra folk hvis sko du vil være i
Alle vil være bedst - men hvis du ik' vil bytte med ham
Kan han stikke det skråt op som en PCR test
Husk altid hvis de snakker om dig bag din ryg
Betyder det de' misundelige eller bange for dig
Studierotter, ren 60'er bohemer
Nævnt i Sandbergs bog, men har ingen gadeproblemer
Fortsætter mens at stressen forsvinder
Til jeg' så gammel at de unge at de sampler fra Peter
Vil ik' høre dig snakke om dine Dag 1'ere
Når jeg kan se at Djævlen står lige bag ved dig
Jeg ved at taxameteret konstant tikker
Så vil du bare hænge, kan jeg hente et reb til dig
Bums
Hvorfor vil du snakke sådan
Du kan snakke til baghånden
Hvorfor vil du snakke sådan
Der ikk' noget problem

Hvorfor vil du snakke sådan
Du kan snakke til baghånden
Hvorfor vil du snakke sådan
Der ikk' noget problem

Backhand

Why would you want to talk like that
You can talk to the back of my hand
Why would you want to talk like that
Why would you want to talk like that

Everybody wants a
Piece of the pie - so we keep on baking
'Til it runs down your chin - and they still want more
Still hungry, give them what they want
The others can eat what's left

The sauce is calling - the cook has plans
No bad days, with these people around me
Take your shit back to drama school
You talk about problems, man I don't have any

The kids have eaten - the lady is wonderful
My stomach is round and fine, but I'm still hungry
I can't stop for the life of me - I work all day
For the fucking man, but let me get to the point

My lines - drop the whole chin
Your lines - ah, fuck off
Just thinking about taking the things I need
Not looking back, getting it today

Because it's all about money, if you're dealing with Cab
Rap or equity, everything paid for
I see you when you talk - I know you don't get it
You haven't contributed, I bring my own

Shh — let daddy talk
Because I'm hot, hip hop arm - maan
I'm so ready, so I'm taking it to the next level
With my whole crew, we're still hanging

(Go)

Why would you want to talk like that
You can talk to the back of my hand
Why would you want to talk like that
- There's no problem

Why would you want to talk like that
You can talk to the back of my hand
Why would you want to talk like that
- There's no problem

Rap out to the kitchen tables
No gourmet masturbation with foreign words
Give me my flowers before my legs get wobbly
Preferably the ones you can inhale, because roses actually have thorns
The team is too sweaty, pure testosterone
Boxing my way to every corner of the world
And I have eyes like a raccoon
13 albums deep, single-deals are for babies
The herb garden is so lush and lovely
Chronically awkward, my head is strange
Last year I learned something I think is a little special
Only take advice from people you want to be in their shoes
Everybody wants to be the best - but if you don't want to trade with him
He can stick it up his ass like a PCR test
Always remember if they talk about you behind your back
It means they're jealous or afraid of you
Bookworms, pure bohemian 60s
Mentioned in Sandberg's book, but have no street problems
Continuing while the stress disappears
Until I'm so old that the young people sample from Peter
I don't want to hear you talk about your Day 1's
When I can see that the Devil is standing right behind you
I know the taximeter is constantly ticking
So if you just want to hang out, can I get you a rope
Boom
Why would you want to talk like that
You can talk to the back of my hand
Why would you want to talk like that
There's no problem

Why would you want to talk like that
You can talk to the back of my hand
Why would you want to talk like that
There's no problem