Текст и перевод песни Edo Maajka - Ruke gore

Ruke gore

Ispred klubova gužva, ne moš u klub uć
Opet roka Maajka, i ove godine vruć
I ove godine hot, sa mnom Frenkie brat
Baby Dooks, Koolade, Dash, Oneya i Shot

U klubu mladi, stari, baš svi su došli
Da čuju je li ovaj album dobar ko prošli
Kritičari pišu po papiru ko gebiru
Čekaju album moj, čekaju to joj

Pičke ko halve, Mati roka, care
Na rap navučene, minimalno obučene
Žene densaju mješaju, mnoge ne znaju
Konta raja, nije vam ovo Papaja

Hajmo džada voz, sa bine roka Broz
Na bini je Presley, reperi se stisli
I'm back Hip-Hop beg, Edo aga
Znaš da moja bagra voli samo hip hop i ragga
Rap, Dancehall, DJ moj DJ SOUL
Duva, loče, vrti ploče, onda Maajka poče

Hajmo ruke gore, gore dok ne zabole
Svi ruke gore, gore dok ne zabole
Hajmo ruke gore, gore dok ne zabole
Svi ruke gore, gore dok ne zabole

Svi ruke gore da zabole
Svi ruke gore da zabole
Svi ruke gore da zabole
Svi ruke gore da zabole

Svi ruke dižu, novi hitovi stižu
Raja Mater voli, raja skače pa se onda znoji
I ja se znojim na bini, sviraju Leksaurini
Frenkie roka, Krige vrti ploče, brate, ko god hoće

Čoeče, eno mi rođe, eno mi kuma
Ono nije trava, ono je cijela suma
Trava gori u klubu, dim je u klubu
Požar je u klubu, raja je na rubu

Zagušljivo, rokamo uživo, klime nema
Mali je prostor, otvorite prozor
Pozor, nemojte sve poduvat
Probajte nešto i nama sačuvat

Jer na bini sam čist, samo vodu ću pit
Dajem svaki atom sebe, u masi vidim i kolege
Rokere, repere, šankere, pankere, redare
Fejkere, šminkere, čak i pičke njihove
Koncert dobar, nije bio loš
Raja sa nogu pada, al' raja hoće još

Hajmo ruke gore, gore dok ne zabole
Svi ruke gore, gore dok ne zabole
Hajmo ruke gore, gore dok ne zabole
Svi ruke gore, gore dok ne zabole

Svi ruke gore da zabole
Svi ruke gore da zabole
Svi ruke gore da zabole
Svi ruke gore da zabole

Gotovo je, ljudi, a raja pita "Zar već?"
Napaljene pičke zure u backstage
Sise pred nos mecu a ja ih neću
Nije cool kad si slavan biti tako monogaman

Ko što kaže Mile "Jebo takve pice"
Pale se na repere, rokere i tekstopisce
Maajka voli ljudi, ljudi vole Maajku
Prvo rokamo na stageu a onda na šanku

Bend pjan, ja pjan, pjana i Lana
Svi su pijani, ljudi, kako ću do stana
Redari prazne klub, zadovoljni su i oni
Na podu čaše, flaše, gaće i kurtoni

Kritičari užurbano ujutro pišu
Slušaju moj CD i jedva dišu
Čekali su dugo jednu dobru recenziju
Sad u miru mogu da idu u penziju
Album, odličan dobar, Maajka debeli Konan
Pisali bi i bolje ali ruke ih bole

Hajmo ruke gore, gore dok ne zabole
Svi ruke gore, gore dok ne zabole
Hajmo ruke gore, gore dok ne zabole
Svi ruke gore, gore dok ne zabole

Svi ruke gore da zabole
Svi ruke gore da zabole
Svi ruke gore da zabole
Svi ruke gore da zabole

Svi ruke gore da zabole
Ajmo, ruke gore da zabole
Ruke gore da zabole
Ruke gore da zabole

Ovako, Edo Maajka, album No Sikiriki
Recenzija, dobar album, fin momak
Fin zgodan plodan, ima zemlje, dobar skroz
Malo se usmrdile rime, nisu kao prije
Al' jebi ga, znaš šta, pjesma Ruke Gore
E, nešto me ruke bole
Ženo, daj mi leda, ruke me bole
Sinoć sam bio na koncertu onog glavonje Edo Maajke
Ede Maajke, sjebo sam se
Ženo, daj mi leda, brže

O, hvala ti, ženo
Odličan album, FM JAM, MenArt
Ma dobar, dobar, album

Hands Up

Crowds in front of clubs, can't get in
Maajka's rocking again, hot this year too
Hot this year too, with me Frenkie bro
Baby Dooks, Koolade, Dash, Oneya and Shot

Young and old in the club, everyone came
To hear if this album is as good as the last one
Critics write on paper like they're giving birth
They're waiting for my album, they're waiting for it, yo

Bitches like baklava, Mati rocks, man
Hooked on rap, minimally dressed
Women dancing, mixing, many don't know
Guys understand, this ain't Popeye for you

Let's go weed train, Broz rocks from the stage
Presley's on stage, rappers are squeezed
I'm back Hip-Hop beg, Edo aga
You know my crew only loves hip hop and ragga
Rap, Dancehall, my DJ DJ SOUL
Smokes, drinks, spins records, then Maajka starts

Let's get our hands up, up until they hurt
Everyone hands up, up until they hurt
Let's get our hands up, up until they hurt
Everyone hands up, up until they hurt

Everyone hands up to hurt
Everyone hands up to hurt
Everyone hands up to hurt
Everyone hands up to hurt

Everyone raises their hands, new hits are coming
The crowd loves Mater, the crowd jumps and then sweats
And I'm sweating on stage, Lexaurini are playing
Frenkie rocks, Krige spins records, bro, whoever wants

Man, there's my cousin, there's my best man
That's not grass, that's a whole forest
Grass is burning in the club, smoke is in the club
There's a fire in the club, the crowd is on edge

Stuffy, we're rocking live, no air conditioning
The space is small, open the window
Window, don't smoke it all
Try to save some for us too

Because on stage I'm clean, I'll only drink water
I give every atom of myself, I see colleagues in the crowd
Rockers, rappers, bartenders, punks, bouncers
Fakers, posers, even their bitches
The concert was good, it wasn't bad
The crowd is falling off their feet, but the crowd wants more

Let's get our hands up, up until they hurt
Everyone hands up, up until they hurt
Let's get our hands up, up until they hurt
Everyone hands up, up until they hurt

Everyone hands up to hurt
Everyone hands up to hurt
Everyone hands up to hurt
Everyone hands up to hurt

It's over, people, and the crowd asks "Already?"
Horny bitches stare at the backstage
They put their tits in front of my nose and I don't want them
It's not cool to be so monogamous when you're famous

As Mile says "Fuck those bitches"
They fall for rappers, rockers and songwriters
Maajka loves people, people love Maajka
First we rock on stage and then at the bar

The band is drunk, I'm drunk, Lana is drunk too
Everyone is drunk, people, how will I get to the apartment
Bouncers are emptying the club, they're satisfied too
On the floor are glasses, bottles, panties and condoms

Critics hurriedly write in the morning
They listen to my CD and can barely breathe
They've been waiting a long time for a good review
Now they can peacefully retire
Album, excellent good, Maajka fat Conan
They would write better but their hands hurt

Let's get our hands up, up until they hurt
Everyone hands up, up until they hurt
Let's get our hands up, up until they hurt
Everyone hands up, up until they hurt

Everyone hands up to hurt
Everyone hands up to hurt
Everyone hands up to hurt
Everyone hands up to hurt

Everyone hands up to hurt
Come on, hands up to hurt
Hands up to hurt
Hands up to hurt

Like this, Edo Maajka, album No Sikiriki
Review, good album, nice guy
Nice handsome fertile, has land, good all around
The rhymes got a little stinky, they're not like they used to be
But fuck it, you know what, the song Hands Up
Eh, my hands hurt
Wife, give me ice, my hands hurt
Last night I was at the concert of that bald guy Edo Maajka
Edo Maajka, I fucked myself up
Wife, give me ice, faster

Oh, thank you, wife
Excellent album, FM JAM, MenArt
Ma good, good, album