Текст и перевод песни Bikstok - Cigar

Cigar

Pigerne på gulvet, de elsker vores krop
De synes den er flot.
Den er tip top
De hører bikstok sound
Og gir den op
Spiller så længe, der er koner nok
Pigerne på gulvet, de kan li' vores cigar
De elsker os for de penge vi har
De hører Bikstok sound, så de klar
Blæs bukki, eagger, og phar... far
Jeg har hørt du har været på jamaica
Fedt tøj
Tjek mit guldur
Tjek min fugl i mit guldbur
De tror jeg skør, når jeg fodre den med guldbur
Se min stil
Se mine store pengedrenge
Det blim blim
Ligesom Gammelkongevejen
Så ryk dig, ryk dig
Jeg siger flyt dig, flyt dig
Du render rundt om mine ben og spreder rygter
Bikstok er dem der aldrig flygter
Du ved at vi har lygter og fakler
Knuser alle stakler
Og takler dem der vakler
Taler som orakler
Orakler
Så frk. hør her
Hvordan vi bare kan lave mer'
Lad mig se din røv der
Hjem til mig og bjæff min stav der
Pigerne på gulvet, de elsker vores krop
De synes den er flot
Den er tip top
De hører bikstok sound og gir den op
Vi spiller så længe at der koner nok
Pigerne på gulvet de kan li' vores cigar
De elsker os for de penge vi har
De hører bikstok sound, så de klar
Blæs bukki, eagger og phar.far
Engang havde jeg råd til en soldækket båd
Men så rendte jeg ind i dig
Jeg gav dig et ur og en tivolitur
Men du sagde bum-bidi-bye-bye
Nu bor jeg på hongkong kineser hotel
Og jeg lever af spæk fra en sæl
Min chivas er blevet tøndet op med noget vand
Og min skude den er lagt på land
Penge...
Gir dig adgang til smukke numsepiger
Penge...
Babylon er bygget af papir
Penge, penge...
Se de små honningbier
Flyver rundt og rundt og samler gyldne spir
Så ved du tonen er lagt
Tag dig i agt
For bikstok har taget ordet i sin magt
Så det sagt
De gør dig gak med røgsnak
Og lyddrengene siger tak
Og slår bak
De fatter ikk' en lyd
De tror vi har en hemmelig lydpagt
Helt uden foragt, i kommer aldrig til at fatte vores takt
Nu hvor stilen den er lagt
Ligesom spanish town midt i københavn
Min urtethe gør dig gavn
Lille T er mit navn
Og Islands Brygge er min havn.
Pigerne på gulvet, de elsker vores krop
De synes den er flot
Den er tip top
De hører bikstok sound, og gir den op
Vi spiller så længe at der koner nok
Pigerne på gulvet, de kan li' vores cigar
De elsker os for de penge vi har
De hører bikstok sound, så de klar
Bukki blæs, eagger og phar... far.

Cigar

The girls on the floor, they love our bodies
They think it's hot.
It's tip-top
They hear the Bikstok sound
And give it up
Playing as long as there are enough chicks
The girls on the floor, they like our cigars
They love us for the money we have
They hear the Bikstok sound, so they're ready
Blow weed, E, and pharmaceuticals...
I heard you've been to Jamaica
Cool clothes
Check my gold watch
Check my bird in its golden cage
They think I'm crazy when I feed it with a golden cage
See my style
See my big money boys
It's bling bling
Just like Gammel Kongevej
So move, move
I say move, move
You're running around my legs and spreading rumors
Bikstok are the ones who never flee
You know we have lights and torches
Crushing all weaklings
And tackling those who stumble
Speaking like oracles
Oracles
So miss, listen here
How we can just make more'
Let me see your ass there
Come home with me and bark up my pole there
The girls on the floor, they love our bodies
They think it's hot
It's tip-top
They hear the Bikstok sound and give it up
We play as long as there are enough chicks
The girls on the floor, they like our cigars
They love us for the money we have
They hear the Bikstok sound, so they're ready
Blow weed, E, and pharmaceuticals...
I once could afford a sun-deck boat
But then I ran into you
I gave you a watch and a Tivoli tour
But you said bye-bye-bye
Now I live in a Hong Kong Chinese hotel
And I live off seal blubber
My Chivas is watered down
And my ship is laid ashore
Money...
Gives you access to beautiful ass girls
Money...
Babylon is built of paper
Money, money...
See the little honey bees
Flying around and around collecting golden spires
So you know the tone is set
Watch out
Because Bikstok has taken the word in its power
So it's said
They drive you crazy with their smooth talk
And the sound boys say thanks
And reverse
They don't understand a thing
They think we have a secret sound pact
Without contempt, you'll never understand our beat
Now that the style is set
Just like Spanish Town in the middle of Copenhagen
My herbal tea will do you good
Little T is my name
And Islands Brygge is my harbor.
The girls on the floor, they love our bodies
They think it's hot
It's tip-top
They hear the Bikstok sound, and give it up
We play as long as there are enough chicks
The girls on the floor, they like our cigars
They love us for the money we have
They hear the Bikstok sound, so they're ready
Blow weed, E, and pharmaceuticals...