Текст и перевод песни B.U.G. Mafia - A fost odată-n cartiere

A fost odată-n cartiere

Niste tobe, niste versuri si un bas de la sensei
Pentru ca acolo sus cineva a vrut asa
Noi baietii aici jos am facut Mafia
Dam respect acum pentru orice microfon
In care s-a tzipat vreodata Pantelimon
Zic de cei care-au stiut ca tre' s-o facem cum ne place
Pentru toba si pentru vali odihneasca-se in pace
Au fost multe care-au mers pentru noi, altele nu
Dar am avut intotdeauna voci care ne-au sustinut
Si s-au spus multe vorbe grele despre noi
**** la toti care-au vrut sa ne traga inapoi
Mai am un singur lucru de adaugat
Respect pentru care in fata scenei au stat
Am spus intotdeauna si-o spunem in continuare
Am fost si noi, ati fost si voi, odata in cartiere

A fost odata-n cartiere

Sunt aici sa reprezint pe care vor sa fie asa cum trebuie
Cum le-au placut si-mi place mie
Au trecut 3 ani de cand am auzit prima oara
Abia atunci incepea in tara treaba sa sara
S-au adunat niste ani, vreau sa m-apuc si eu
As vrea la fel ca toti pustanii, ca baietii sa produc un leu
Si tot ce-am invatat ascultand hip-hop
De vrei ceva, bagati p*** si ia cu mana ta
Asta este regula peste tot in cartiere
Oriunde te-ai duce in tara pentru bani exista cereri
Ai vrea sa faci sa fie bine pentru tine in viitor
Cum sau ce nu conteaza, e loc de toti cei care vor
Asa ca o sa fiu cum imi place mai mult sa fiu
Sper c-am ales calea cea buna, acum nu pot sa stiu
Sunt Luchian un mic baiat din cartier termin acum
Ne auzim in viitor poate-o sa scot si eu album

Refren:.

Plec din Bistrita-n Bacau si ajung si la Suceava
Am fost in zeci de orase, Romania - Timisoara
Zalau, Piatra-Neamt, Craiova? zici?
Pentru baietii din Arad sunt inca aici
In Satu-Mare, Ploiesti si Turnu-Severin
Gaborii s-au pregatit cand au aflat ca venim
Cluj, Deva, incet spre Sibiu
Pe la voi si inc-o data prin Targu-Jiu
Constanta, Targu-Mures, Baia-Mare alfel
Primul lucru intotdeauna camera de hotel
Oradea, Iasi, Valcea si-n Galati
Suta la suta pe felie sunt mii si mii de frati
Am fost in Resita, Targoviste, Braila si Focsani
S-au adunat tot mai multe an dupa an
Si cum vin din Slatina trec prin Pitesti
Si ajung acasa, in Bucuresti

Refren:.

It Was Once in the Neighborhoods

Some drums, some verses, and a bass from the sensei
Because up there someone wanted it that way
We boys down here made the Mafia
We give respect now for any microphone
In which the name Pantelimon was ever shouted
I'm talking about those who knew to do it the way we like it
For the drum and for vali may he rest in peace
There have been many that went well for us, others did not
But we have always had voices that supported us
And many harsh words were said about us
**** to all who wanted to pull us back
I have only one more thing to add
Respect for those who stood in front of the stage
We have always said and we continue to say
We were there too, you were there too, once in the neighborhoods

It was once in the neighborhoods

I am here to represent those who want to be the way they should be
How they liked and I like it
It has been 3 years since I first heard it
Only then did the work begin to jump in the country
Some years have passed, I want to start too
I wish, like all the kids, that the boys produced a lion
And everything I learned listening to hip-hop
If you want something, go and take it with your own hand
This is the rule everywhere in the neighborhoods
Wherever you go in the country there are demands for money
You would want to make things better for you in the future
How or what does not matter, there is room for all who want
So I'm going to be the way I like it best
I hope I chose the right path, I can't know now
I'm Luchian, a small boy from the neighborhood, I'm finishing now
We'll hear from you in the future, maybe I'll release an album too

Chorus:.

I leave Bistrita for Bacau and I reach Suceava
I've been to dozens of cities, Romania - Timisoara
Zalau, Piatra-Neamt, Craiova? You say?
I'm still here for the guys in Arad
In Satu-Mare, Ploiesti, and Turnu-Severin
The cops prepared when they found out we were coming
Cluj, Deva, slowly towards Sibiu
In your place and once again through Targu-Jiu
Constanta, Targu-Mures, Baia-Mare otherwise
The first thing is always the hotel room
Oradea, Iasi, Valcea, and in Galati
There are thousands and thousands of brothers on the slice
I've been to Resita, Targoviste, Braila, and Focsani
More and more have gathered year after year
And as I come from Slatina I pass through Pitesti
And I get home, in Bucharest

Chorus:.