Текст и перевод песни B.U.G. Mafia - Respect pentru cartier

Respect pentru cartier

Sant din Pantelimon, cum am spus de-atatea ori,
Cartier de baieti, baieti deasupra tuturor.
Si prietenii cei mai buni, Adi si Marian.
Milioanele sa curga pentru Uzzi si Mr. Juice,
Va am la inima mea, stiti ca asta-i mai presus.
Respect M, sora mea din Salajan,
La Familia, Balta Alba, sant cei care fac bani.
Inapoi in Pantelimon, Sud-Est, Bucuresti,
Invata sa-ti iubesti cartierul si el te-nvata sa traiesti.
Despre Chiti si TuGui, numa de bine din cartier,
La fel si despre Sile, niciodata n-a fost un fraier.
Admiratie pentru smecheri, respect pentru Centaur,
Bani din ce, in ce mai multi si la gat s-atarne aur,
Respect romanilor si tiganilor din Pantelimon,
Dumnezeu fie cu voi, bafto-delo-delo.

Refren: Uzzi x 2
Smenari, pesti ci curve-nseamna... Pantelimon,
Jointuri, bautura-nseamna... Pantelimon,
Barbut si baieti cu clasa-nseamna... Pantelimon,
Am toti tovarasii cu mine-nseamna... Pantelimon.

Iubesc Pantelimon, la fel ca pe femei,
Are tot respectu meu, ii am la suflet pe ai mei.
Socului, Pantelimon, Capat, Pantelimon,
Pentru Juice si Daddy Caddy, deasupra tuturor.

Pentru Robert Boxeru, cu pumnu mai tare ca fieru,
As vrea sa stii ca la sufletul meu vei fi mereu.
Pentru Mutta si La Familia, Salajan, yeah,
Puya si Sisu, baieti de cartier.
Si sant cu Baxter, yeah, doi smecheri,
Bani, arme si femei, smenari fara pereche,
Iar pentru fratele meu Muschi, ar trebui sa stii,
Nimeni, niciodata nu ne va desparti.
Port atat de mult respect pentru Pantelimon,
Aici e cartierul meu, e patria smenarilor.
Respect pentru femeile de cartier,
Respect pentru, pentru, pentru cartier.
Refren: x 2

Socului, yeah, Amfora... yeah,
Din Capat 14 pana-n Baicului scrie Pantelimon, yeah.
Aici ma simt acasa,
Cu baietii zi de zi pe-afara, viata-i frumoasa.
Respect pentru smenarii de la colt de strada,
Tovarasii mei, pentru ei femei si bani sa curga.
As vrea sa spun acum ceva despre cei care
S-au dus, odihneasca-se in pace.
Si din nou, respect, acum pentru gagici,
Dac-ar fi sa mor as vrea sa mor cu voi aici,
La mine-acasa, langa ai mei,
Uzzi si cu Daddy Caddy, baietii Mafiei.
Inc-o data pentru 97 din Pantelimon, yeah.
Eu sant Tataee, suflet de smecher,
Respect pentru cartier.

Refren: x 2

Respect for the neighborhood

I'm from Pantelimon, as I've said so many times,
Neighborhood of boys, boys above all others.
And my best friends, Adi and Marian.
May the millions flow for Uzzi and Mr. Juice,
I hold you in my heart, you know that this is above all else.
Respect M, my sister from Salajan,
La Familia, Balta Alba, they are the ones who make money.
Back in Pantelimon, South-East, Bucharest,
Learn to love your neighborhood and it will teach you how to live.
About Chiti and TuGui, only good things from the neighborhood,
The same about Sile, he's never been a fool.
Admiration for the hustlers, respect for Centaur,
Money more and more and gold hanging around the neck,
Respect to the Romanians and gypsies from Pantelimon,
God be with you, bafto-delo-delo.

Chorus: Uzzi x 2
Hustlers, fish and girls-meaning... Pantelimon,
Joints, drinking-meaning... Pantelimon,
Dice and boys with class-meaning... Pantelimon,
I have all my comrades with me-meaning... Pantelimon.

I love Pantelimon, just like I love women,
It has all my respect, I hold my people dear.
Socului, Pantelimon, Capat, Pantelimon,
For Juice and Daddy Caddy, above all others.

For Robert Boxeru, with a fist harder than iron,
I want you to know that you will always be in my soul.
For Mutta and La Familia, Salajan, yeah,
Puya and Sisu, boys from the hood.
And I'm with Baxter, yeah, two hustlers,
Money, guns and women, peerless hustlers,
And for my brother Muschi, you should know,
No one, ever, will ever separate us.
I have so much respect for Pantelimon,
This is my neighborhood, it's the home of the hustlers.
Respect for the ladies of the neighborhood,
Respect for, for, for the neighborhood.
Chorus: x 2

Socului, yeah, Amfora... yeah,
From Capat 14 to Baicului writes Pantelimon, yeah.
This is where I feel at home,
With the boys every day outside, life is beautiful.
Respect for the hustlers at the street corner,
My comrades, for them, let women and money flow.
I would like to say something now about those who
Have gone, rest in peace.
And again, respect, now for the girls,
If I were to die, I would want to die with you here,
At my home, near my people,
Uzzi and Daddy Caddy, the boys from the Mafia.
Once more for 97 from Pantelimon, yeah.
I am Tataee, soul of a hustler,
Respect for the neighborhood.

Chorus: x 2