Текст и перевод песни B.U.G. Mafia - Hai sa fim HIGH (feat. Puya & Cătălina)

Hai sa fim HIGH (feat. Puya & Cătălina)

O ard la joint, o ard la pipa, o ard pe iarba,
Sunt direct derutat, panicat, stresat., g-yeah
Caddy langa mine, l-am pierdut
Blank, blank, joint, joint, e cazu' sa ma mut
Ruta 77, bine frate sunt departe
Doua bucati cartier intr-un apartament frate
Suntem latini fan Jamaica, direct din Romania
G-yeah, striga Pantelimonu', da curaj
Gaborii pe filaj acuzatii de ultraj
Sunt varza 77 zile-ale saptaminii
Bag joint dupa joint, pana-o sa cada plamanii
Incet, incet, incet se desteapta
Lumea nu mai e la fel atat de idioata
Cand fumez m********a vad exact cum e
Cand fumez m********a inteleg de ce
Am spus ca HIGH.

Refren:.

Fumam la-la zi de zi,
Mainile in aer ca sa vad ca si tu stii
Daca stii pontu' cu jointu' trage fumu'
Daca stii pontu' cu fumu' nu-i da drumu'
Tine drumul pe ruta 77 La Familia
S-o s-alergi mai repede decit Asprilla
Ca Bob Marley, Caddy bag Mary grupa mare
Si-acum il las pe Puya s-abereze-n continuare.
Muzica mea iti face femeia sa danseze
Rimele mele-ti fac femeia sa viseze HIGH
Dai un fum si-o sa vezi ca da din fese
O sa vrea sa se cupleze cu oricine da' nu cu tine
Hai sa fim HIGH arata-i ca si tu ai
Ceva mai bun, la fel de mare da' se face scrum
Si te ajuta sa treci peste probleme, belele
Peste durere toarna un pic de placere
S-a umplut ti se pare fericirea-i trecatoare
O iei din rahaturile vietii, eu din o tigare
Chemati gaborii sa vina sa ma ia
Nu e vine mea (m********a), allright
Poate sunt pierdut sau poate am ceva in plus
Poate sunt baiat-baiat sau poate sunt chiar dus
Ce rost are asa-i mai tare hai sa fim HIGH
Si pe-urma raspunde la intrebare.

Let's get HIGH (feat. Puya & Cătălina)

I smoke it in a joint, I smoke it in a pipe, I smoke it on the grass,
I'm totally confused, panicked, stressed, g-yeah
Caddy next to me, I lost it
Blank, blank, joint, joint, it's time for me to move
Route 77, well bro I'm far away
Two pieces of neighborhood in an apartment bro
We are Latin fans of Jamaica, straight from Romania
G-yeah, shout out to Pantelimon, give courage
Cops on surveillance, charges of outrage
I'm fucked up 77 days of the week
I smoke joint after joint, until my lungs fall out
Slowly, slowly, slowly it wakes up
The world is not the same anymore, so dumb
When I smoke g********a I see exactly how it is
When I smoke g********a, I understand why
I said HIGH.

Chorus:

We smoke day by day,
Hands in the air so I can see you know too
If you know the score with the joint, take a hit
If you know the score with the smoke, don't let it go
Keep going on route 77 La Familia
You'll run faster than Asprilla
Like Bob Marley, Caddy I smoke Mary, big group
And now I'll let Puya rave on.
My music makes your woman dance
My rhymes make your woman dream HIGH
Take a hit and you'll see her shake her ass
She'll want to hook up with anyone but not you
Let's get HIGH and show her that you also have
Something better, just as big but it turns to ash
And helps you get over problems, troubles
Pour a little pleasure over the pain
It filled up, happiness seems fleeting
I get it from life's crap, I get it from a cigarette
Call the cops to come and get me
It's not my fault (g********a), allright
Maybe I'm lost or maybe I have something extra
Maybe I'm a boy-boy or maybe I'm just crazy
What's the point, anyway, let's get HIGH
And then answer the question.