Текст и перевод песни Edo Maajka - To što se traži

To što se traži

Da bi bio na sceni moraš biti tvrde kože
Njih ne zanimaš ko čovjek, nego ko prodaja ploče
Zato svaki šmrćo loče, hitove radit oće
Nema ono, volim ono, nije bitno kako prođe
Imali su to oni kod svog prvog albuma
Al' sad nema nigdje srca, vidim sve je ovo gluma
I oni to vide al' uporno mi poriču priču
Trendu supak ližu, dišu, s mjesta se ne miču

Zašto mjenjat zvuk, drug, ić' riskirat, srcem svirat?
Treba masi podilazit, samo tako ćeš zaradit
A masa sita istog bita, iste solaze vaše naše
Nije čudo što nam više ni ne idu na gaže
(Svi su, svi su) svi su u klišeu, rijetki nisu, rijetke raja voli
Svi ostali žele bit balkanski idoli
Pa nam rapperi, rockeri postaju r&b šlageri
A jazzeri najjači turbo i pop svirači

Oni stare, gube muda al' dobivaju tantijeme
Ja volim svoja jaja pa ću zato otić na vrijeme
Al' neću još otić, tek je dvije hiljade i šesta
Stig'o Ćumur

Lijevo underground, desno kuruza
Slava i lova kad primiš ga zguza
Dole kvalitet a gore tiraži
Pušenje kurca je to što se traži

Lijevo underground, desno kuruza
Slava i lova kad primiš ga zguza
Dole kvalitet a gore tiraži
Pušenje kurca je to što se traži

Imaju dobre smiješke komplimentima časte
Imaju dobre trenere, imaju dobre zubne paste
Treniraju ih guzonje, sa scene stari prdonje
Što se busaju u prsa, prije sviraju za crvene
Njima fali ega što nisu uspjeli ko Brega
Pa svoj ego dječje prave koriste od te djece
Cure pune straha, silikona i stasa
Pune njihove sprerme i cure sumnjivog glasa

One bi same ustvari pjevale drugčije stvari
Al' jedina šansa na estradi je prdonja stari
Jer on zna odgovore o kojima pjevači govore
Ima computer studio i za snimanje komore
Al' smeće jednako smeće, to je zakon fizike
Pa se rastuže kad im na kraju poderu kritike
Al' pušta ih Narodni Radio, to im daje nadu i radost
To su one emisije što lažu kol'ka im slušanost
Pa ih Uvodić zove, a one dok pjevaju se boje da im karijera uspijet neće
I samo se smiješe

Lijevo underground, desno kuruza
Slava i lova kad primiš ga zguza
Dole kvalitet a gore tiraži
Pušenje kurca je to što se traži

Lijevo underground, desno kuruza
Slava i lova kad primiš ga zguza
Dole kvalitet a gore tiraži
Pušenje kurca je to što se traži

Al' kad siđu s bine prestanu se smijat
Postali su ono što nisu htjeli postat nikad
Euri i kune pretvoriše ih sve u monstrume
Al' moraš nekako, kume, platit račune
Nisu svi ko Gibo, Oliver, Halid i Arsen
Narod hoće hit, to je pritisak kad vam kažem (đes' bolan)
Gube slavu a kad gube slavu, gube managera
Oni traže novu budalu, po gradu voyagera
Svoje vozaju, oni cruisaju (yeah, bibin star)

Traže nove balavice da im puše kar
A iskorištene, stare, za koku nemaju pare
Pa traže pažnju i senzacije da opet čuju ovacije
Pa guzice ližu da o njima pišu
Kažu prošli su krizu, al' na horseu više nisu
Sad su bolji, pošteniji, zreli i debeli
Kažu da manje piju al' se zato kiselo smiju
Pare imam i tekst se piše, aranžman imam al' karizme niđe
Sise ima i dobre noge, al' joj samo fali jedan iskren osmijeh

Lijevo underground, desno kuruza
Slava i lova kad primiš ga zguza
Dole kvalitet a gore tiraži
Pušenje kurca je to što se traži

Lijevo underground, desno kuruza
Slava i lova kad primiš ga zguza
Dole kvalitet a gore tiraži
Pušenje kurca je to što se traži

Lijevo underground, desno kuruza
Slava i lova kad primiš ga zguza
Dole kvalitet a gore tiraži
Pušenje kurca je to što se traži

Lijevo underground, desno kuruza
Slava i lova kad primiš ga zguza
Dole kvalitet a gore tiraži
Pušenje kurca je to što se traži

Joj (jo-ho-oh)
Joj (jo-ho-oh)
Joj (jo-ho-oh)

Puši, puši, puši
Puši, puši, puši
Puši, puši, puši

Puši, puši, puši
Puši, puši, puši
Puši

Dobro, samo puši

What is Demanded

To be on stage, babe, you gotta have thick skin
They don't care about you as a person, just your record sales
That's why every snot-nosed kid wants to make hits
No more 'I love this', it's all about how it sells
They had that with their first album
But now there's no heart anywhere, I see it's all an act
And they see it too, but they keep denying it to me
Sucking up to the trend, breathing it, not moving an inch

Why change the sound, man, take a risk, play with heart?
Gotta cater to the masses, that's the only way you'll earn
And the masses are fed up with the same beat, the same old "yours and ours"
No wonder they don't come to our gigs anymore
(Everyone is, everyone is) everyone's in a cliché, few aren't, the real ones are loved
Everyone else wants to be Balkan idols
So our rappers, rockers become R&B schlagers
And the jazz players become the biggest turbo and pop musicians

They're getting old, losing their balls, but gaining royalties
I love my balls, so I'll leave in time
But I won't leave yet, it's only two thousand and six
Ćumur's here

Underground on the left, corn on the right
Fame and money when you take it up the ass
Quality down, sales up
Sucking dick is what's in demand

Underground on the left, corn on the right
Fame and money when you take it up the ass
Quality down, sales up
Sucking dick is what's in demand

They have good smiles, they shower you with compliments
They have good trainers, they have good toothpastes
They're trained by ass-kissers, old farts from the scene
Who beat their chests, used to play for the Reds
They lack ego because they didn't succeed like Brega
So they build their ego childishly, using those kids
Girls full of fear, silicone, and figure
Full of their cum and girls with dubious voices

They would actually sing different things on their own
But the only chance in showbiz is the old fart
Because he knows the answers that singers talk about
He has a computer studio and recording booths
But trash is still trash, that's the law of physics
So they get sad when their reviews get torn apart in the end
But Narodni Radio plays them, it gives them hope and joy
Those are the shows that lie about their listenership
So Uvodić calls them, and they're afraid their careers won't succeed while they sing
And they just smile

Underground on the left, corn on the right
Fame and money when you take it up the ass
Quality down, sales up
Sucking dick is what's in demand

Underground on the left, corn on the right
Fame and money when you take it up the ass
Quality down, sales up
Sucking dick is what's in demand

But when they get off the stage, they stop smiling
They became what they never wanted to become
Euros and kunas turned them all into monsters
But you gotta pay the bills somehow, buddy
Not everyone's like Gibo, Oliver, Halid and Arsen
People want hits, it's pressure when I tell you (where you at, man)
They lose fame, and when they lose fame, they lose their manager
They're looking for a new fool, a voyager around town
They drive their own, they cruise (yeah, bibin star)

Looking for new chicks to suck their dicks
And the used, old ones have no money for coke
So they seek attention and sensations to hear ovations again
So they lick asses to get written about
They say they went through a crisis, but they're not on horse anymore
Now they're better, more honest, mature, and fat
They say they drink less, but they laugh bitterly
I have money and the lyrics are written, I have the arrangement but no charisma
She has tits and good legs, but all she needs is one sincere smile

Underground on the left, corn on the right
Fame and money when you take it up the ass
Quality down, sales up
Sucking dick is what's in demand

Underground on the left, corn on the right
Fame and money when you take it up the ass
Quality down, sales up
Sucking dick is what's in demand

Underground on the left, corn on the right
Fame and money when you take it up the ass
Quality down, sales up
Sucking dick is what's in demand

Underground on the left, corn on the right
Fame and money when you take it up the ass
Quality down, sales up
Sucking dick is what's in demand

Oh (oh-ho-oh)
Oh (oh-ho-oh)
Oh (oh-ho-oh)

Suck, suck, suck
Suck, suck, suck
Suck, suck, suck

Suck, suck, suck
Suck, suck, suck
Suck

Alright, just suck