Текст и перевод песни Bikstok - Unger

Unger

"Fukking unger, over hele byen, fuk jer, jeg er træt af jer, unger, jeg stikker jer med min brødkniv"
La din gun bli' hjemm'
Sæt din kniv i klemm'
Alle de fukking våben
Hvad skal vi med dem?
La' os se to fingre
Ta og put dem op
I fredstegn
Hvis I syns I har fået nok
Lad os rokk' dem op med vores saaang
Med røgsystem og fuk bang bang
La' os komm i sving
Træk nu piwen ind
Makker ikke blind
Lissom ude på Tvind
Tag og kig på vores røgstil
Check ud vors romerrøgstil
Ta og kig på vores røgsmil
Check ud vores romerrøgsmil
Og en gun tar man ikke med i byen
Så'n en kniv det' et tem'lig antifestligt syn
Det her' et røgsystem
Ik' et røgproblem
Ryg en stang derhjemm'
Hvis du ik kan fang' den.
Check ud vores røgsystem
Hvordan ka det være du si'r du nede med bling bling
Eaggermand sidder der på gaden han ser den sam'ting
For mange mennesker drøner rundt med deres blim blim
De burde vide de burde lære det er den forkerte ting
Hør
Hvordan ka det være du si'r du nede med sleng teng
Det er reggae og de kalder mig deh danceking
For meget snak men du si'r jo ik' en damn ting
Du går med kniv men jeg holder mig til ginseng! Hør!
Kujon går med kniv soldat med gevær
Det var det han sagde hvordan ka det være I ikke ka' la' vær'
Kujon går med kniv soldat med gevær
Det er derfor Eagger slengrer rundt med sit eget sværd
Kujon går med kniv soldat med gevær
Det var det han sagde hvordan ka det være I ikke ka' la' vær'
Kujon går med kniv soldat med gevær
Det er derfor Eagger slengrer rundt med sit eget sværd
Jalousi er ik' den smukkeste ting
Du siger det ruller men det kører i ring
Du staar paa vippen men du tør ik at springe
Du faldt i pølen men blev reddet af en ostering
Vi flyver skyhøjt som maskiner fra Sterling
Med digitalur og guldrøg fra Herning
Vi har et røghotel - det syv stjerning
Og...
Du ved vi sælger kokos og guld og drikker damerne fuld'
Og putter k'et i kool
Og rokker sokker af uld
Og tryller planter til smuld
Simsalabim og saa er posen fuld igen
Nu ik' så meget Barbie og Ken eller
Samuel Rachlin vi går ned i en rygende takling
Saa hvordan vil du takle den
Det gaar hosthost-hark for det stærk tobak
Træt af hiphop snak saa jeg mikser med rak
Og i kan sutte salt fra min hjortetak
Check ud vores røgsystem
Over stok og sten

Kids

"Fucking kids, all over the city, fuck you, I'm tired of you, kids, I'll stab you with my bread knife"
Leave your gun at home
Put your knife away
All these fucking weapons
What do we need them for?
Let's see two fingers
Take them and put them up
In a peace sign
If you think you've had enough
Let's rock them up with our song
With a smoke system and a fuck bang bang
Let's get going
Pull in the beer now
Buddy not blind
Just like out on Tvind
Take a look at our smoke style
Check out our Roman smoke style
Take a look at our smoke smile
Check out our Roman smoke smile
And you don't bring a gun to the city
A knife like that is a pretty anti-party sight
This is a smoke system
Not a smoke problem
Smoke a joint at home
If you can't catch it.
Check out our smoke system
How come you say you're down with bling bling
Eaggerman sits there on the street he sees the same thing
Too many people running around with their blim blim
They should know they should learn it's the wrong thing
Listen
How come you say you're down with sleng teng
It's reggae and they call me the dance king
Too much talk but you don't say a damn thing
You walk with a knife but I stick to ginseng! Listen!
Coward walks with a knife soldier with a gun
That's what he said how come you can't leave it alone
Coward walks with a knife soldier with a gun
That's why Eagger stumbles around with his own sword
Coward walks with a knife soldier with a gun
That's what he said how come you can't leave it alone
Coward walks with a knife soldier with a gun
That's why Eagger stumbles around with his own sword
Jealousy is not the most beautiful thing
You say it rolls but it goes in circles
You stand on the edge but you don't dare to jump
You fell in the puddle but were saved by a cheese ring
We fly sky high like machines from Sterling
With digital watches and gold smoke from Herning
We have a smoke hotel - it's seven stars
And...
You know we sell coconut and gold and get the ladies drunk
And put the 'k' in kool
And rock socks made of wool
And turn plants to dust
Simsalabim and then the bag is full again
Now not so much Barbie and Ken or
Samuel Rachlin we go down in a smoking tackle
So how will you handle it
It goes coughcough-hark for the strong tobacco
Tired of hip hop talk so I mix with rak
And you can suck salt from my deer antler
Check out our smoke system
Over sticks and stones