Текст и перевод песни Dj Decks feat. The Beatnuts, Małach & Rufuz - Nie wkurwiaj nas / Don’t fuck with us

Nie wkurwiaj nas / Don’t fuck with us

What up, what up?
You know what it is
Małach, Rufuz
Dj Decks, Beatnuts
It's hip-hop, Mixtape 7
Małach Rufuz, The Beatnuts
Psycho eazy, Małach Rufuz Z
Brrr, what up? C'mon, Beatnuts baby
Let 'em how we do

We drinkin', we smokin'
Motherfucker, that's how we rollin' (rollin')
When I hit the gym, I leave swollen (swollen)
Rip my shirt off like Hulk Hogan (Hogan)
Psycho Leezy gets the crowd jumpin' (jumpin')
Gets the blood flowin', hearts pumpin' (pumpin')
Ayo, you can't fuck with me on my worst day, bro
On the yayo, you blew your payroll
Lose, now you're begging me for a euro
'Cause you hungry, I might buy you a churro
Now get to steppin'
Before I turn this Jameson bottle into a weapon
And crack you over the head with it
And leave your head splitted
Now you callin' the cops sayin': "Psycho Les hit me"
I keep it gangsta with my hand on my gun
You a wanksta with your hair in a bun, biatch

Can't fuck with us
Nie wkurwiaj nas
Can't fuck with us
Nie wkurwiaj nas

DJ Decks, The Beatnuts, dodaj dwóch nadwiślan
Kiedyś byś pewnie nie pomyślał
A dzisiaj sprawdź na wszystkich playlistach
Choć tu z kopytem nie latam
Lubię wpaść i pozamiatać
Lubię grać i czuć ten zapach
Płyty pchać i nic nie udawać
WWA, rap na dobrych podkładach
To MR skład już druga dekada
Płyty solo, w grupie
B-boy, DJ już na chałupie
CKU - ty co kto umie?
Ważne by prawdziwie w chuj i to się rozumie
Kwit już się drukuje, tanich blichtr ja nie potrzebuje
Przez cały kraj dobry vibe i to się szanuje
Zza oceanu, tu to się rozumie
Straconych szans ziomek nie usuniesz
Z kolan wstawać, kopa dawać tu żyć, nie udawać
Chcę kłaść syto na chleb, budować pancerz

Cant't fuck with us
Nie wkurwiaj nas
Can't fuck with us
Nie wkurwiaj nas

I just utter shit, rubber grip, blood in the gutter shit
Decks comin' through, fly low in the mothership
Deep sea flow, I turn water to whiskey
I ain't a mystic, just short of a mystery
Can't wait to get home so my daughters could kiss me
I'm the truth, nigga, you just gotta go through the history
Unbelievable, the lengths they go to dismiss me
I'm lethal, even when I snort and I'm tipsy
Make a hit, break it like I'm throwin' a frisbee
Come on, Decks, you know it's risky, Bill Bixby
The chosen, every word potent and crispy
I'm a pirate, crazy baby mama's a gypsy

Can't fuck with us
Nie wkurwiaj nas
Can't fuck with us
Nie wkurwiaj nas

Chociaż używamy pięści, a nie ostrej broni
W MR nie brak charakteru jak The Beatnuts tak jak oni
Mogę Ci przystawić gruby bit do cienkiej skroni
Na gotowych loopach jesteś dupa, nie producent sorry
Uważaj, żebyś się nie nadział na kant moich rymów
Czasem starczy jeden prosty, żebyś leżał skurwysynu
Wchodzę gdzie chcę sobie z bratem, bez klucza i PIN-u
Na szacunek pracowałem lata, a nie parę minut
Weź nie podjeżdżaj jeśli się nie znasz
Nie wiesz ile wkładamy serca, patrz po koncertach
Stoją w kapturach, stoją w MRkach
Jak lubisz dobry hip-hop dobrze trafiłeś mordo, vice versa
To Małach Rufuz u DJ Decksa
Szczery aż do bólu, nie przebieram w słowach
Nie przebieram w tekstach
Tu chodzi o coś więcej, jebać który z nas gdzie mieszka
To stado drapieżników, weź nie szukaj tutaj leszcza
Nie wkurwiaj nas

Don't Fuck With Us / Nie wkurwiaj nas

What up, what up?
You know what it is
Małach, Rufuz
Dj Decks, Beatnuts
It's hip-hop, Mixtape 7
Małach Rufuz, The Beatnuts
Psycho eazy, Małach Rufuz Z
Brrr, what up? C'mon, Beatnuts baby
Let 'em know how we do

We drinkin', we smokin'
Motherfucker, that's how we rollin' (rollin')
When I hit the gym, I leave swollen (swollen)
Rip my shirt off like Hulk Hogan (Hogan)
Psycho Leezy gets the crowd jumpin' (jumpin')
Gets the blood flowin', hearts pumpin' (pumpin')
Ayo, you can't fuck with me on my worst day, girl
On the yayo, you blew your payroll
Lose, now you're begging me for a euro
'Cause you hungry, I might buy you a churro
Now get to steppin'
Before I turn this Jameson bottle into a weapon
And crack you over the head with it
And leave your head splitted
Now you callin' the cops sayin': "Psycho Les hit me"
I keep it gangsta with my hand on my gun
You a wanksta with your hair in a bun, bitch

Can't fuck with us
Don't fuck with us
Can't fuck with us
Don't fuck with us

DJ Decks, The Beatnuts, add two from the Vistula River
You probably wouldn't have thought back then
But today, check all the playlists
Even though I don't rush in like a bull in a china shop
I like to drop in and sweep the floor
I like to play and feel that smell
Push the records and not pretend anything
Warsaw, rap on good beats
It's the MR crew, already two decades
Solo albums, in a group
B-boy, DJ already at home
CKU - who knows what?
It's important to be real as fuck, and that's understood
The cash is being printed, I don't need cheap glitter
Good vibes across the whole country, and that's respected
From overseas, here it's understood
You can't erase lost chances, homie
Get up from your knees, give a kick, live here, don't pretend
I want to put plenty on the bread, build armor

Can't fuck with us
Don't fuck with us
Can't fuck with us
Don't fuck with us

I just utter shit, rubber grip, blood in the gutter shit
Decks comin' through, fly low in the mothership
Deep sea flow, I turn water to whiskey
I ain't a mystic, just short of a mystery
Can't wait to get home so my daughters could kiss me
I'm the truth, nigga, you just gotta go through the history
Unbelievable, the lengths they go to dismiss me
I'm lethal, even when I snort and I'm tipsy
Make a hit, break it like I'm throwin' a frisbee
Come on, Decks, you know it's risky, Bill Bixby
The chosen, every word potent and crispy
I'm a pirate, crazy baby mama's a gypsy

Can't fuck with us
Don't fuck with us
Can't fuck with us
Don't fuck with us

Although we use fists, not sharp weapons
In MR there's no lack of character, like The Beatnuts, just like them
I can put a thick beat to your thin temple
On ready-made loops you're an ass, not a producer, sorry
Be careful not to get caught on the edge of my rhymes
Sometimes one simple one is enough to have you lying down, motherfucker
I go wherever I want with my brother, without a key or PIN
I worked for respect for years, not a few minutes
Don't come near if you don't know
You don't know how much heart we put in, look after the concerts
They stand in hoodies, they stand in MR gear
If you like good hip-hop, you've come to the right place, dude, vice versa
This is Małach Rufuz at DJ Decks'
Honest to the bone, I don't mince words
I don't mince lyrics
This is about something more, fuck where any of us lives
This is a pack of predators, don't look for a weakling here
Don't fuck with us