Текст и перевод песни El Nino feat. Macanache & Byga - Reprezentam

Reprezentam

Imi pare rau ca mai fumez
Cate o iarba buna
Si ma dau peste cap
La sfarsit de saptamana

Dar pana o sa ma duc la cer
O sa fiu un bagabont
Mama, iarta-ma te rog
Da-mi place viata rau de tot

Pe pilot automat, am jucat la aparat
O casa cu etaj si o coroana de imparat
M-am suparat si mi-am bagat pa-n situatie
O suta de whisky in pahar si intru in combinatie

Sa vezi cum iti dau cu vrajeala olteneasca
Ca pana la final te iau baietii de sub masa
Clasa mea e una speciala, imi place viata
Cand ma bag la microfon
Vezi ca ma prinde dimineata

Te iau in pula zdreanta, stiu ca asta vrei s-auzi
Daca-ti dau filmele din capul meu, o sa te uzi
Asa ca stai departe ca am niste treaba acasa
Hai, ca am numarul tau, ne auzim in alta viata
Bisss.

Sunt in-sta-bil, hei, elibereaza-mi pista
Nu ma cheama Bill si nu e cont de insta
Nokia, mobil de cursa lunga, barista
Clar hai, cara-te si tu, hasta la vista

Baby termina atenta, in doi
E ca la Muppets cu voi, maimutoi, smardoi
Geana lu' Pitigoi cu paru' valvoi
O sa va sun la 07, doi in unu, tipa doi

In etern, lipsa de caracter inca rasuna
Auto-tune, furtun in gura, nici o duma
Ia SUV-ul meu, fytu-l in gura, seamana furtuna
Pe strazi muzica buna, tot din auto tuna
Ati vazut cumva o zdreanta
Sa nu isi fi luat oltean-cleanta
Asa e la hip-hop, nu ca la pop
Acelasi calapod
Ori o dai ori n-o mai dai deloc

Cand intru pe beat demolez tot
Fac un hit bine, dintre inventez tot
Sunt un miss, sunt o legenda, pentru ca pot
Eu in rapul asta anti-tot, eu sunt anti-dot

Cum, boss, tu n-ai cum sa ma atingi
Ce faci tu e foarte cringe
Cand ma vezi, mereu te stingi
Stii ca domin stilul asta criminal de '95

In hip-hop sunt Al Pacino, balerino
Daca te tine vino, da' cu doua cappuccino
Suprem in rapul asta, tu esti mini Arlechino
Am ridicat stacheta eu cu Nino
Am succes si la romance si la fetele latino
Sunt cireasa de pe tort, sunt Maraschino

Ce port e Tommy Jeans si niciodata Valentino
Am tovarasi in Berlin la Madrid si la Torino
Care asculta Macanache cu volumu' dat la blana
Sunt hrana pentru suflet ce repara orice rana

Pentru zona subterana, adica din underground
Am crescut cu Wu-Tang si James Brown
Sunt un fel de New-Tang, so, get down
Get down, get down, get down, get down-down

Down, get down, get down, get down-down
So, get down
Get down, get down, get down, get down-down
Get down, get down, get down, get down now...

We Represent

I'm sorry, but I still smoke
Some good weed
And I'm going crazy
On weekends

But until I go to heaven
I'll be a vagabond
Mom, please forgive me
I really love life so much

On autopilot, I played the machine
A two-story house and a king's crown
I got angry and got involved
A hundred whiskeys in the glass and I'm getting into a combination

You'll see how I'll fool you with Oltenian magic
Because until the end, the guys will take you from under the table
My class is a special one, I love life
When I get on the microphone
You'll see that morning catches me

I'll take you in the ass, you bitch, I know that's what you want to hear
If I give you the movies from my head, you'll get wet
So stay away because I have some business at home
Come on, I have your number, we'll talk in another life
Bisss.

I'm unstable, hey, clear the track for me
My name's not Bill and this isn't an Insta account
Nokia, long-distance phone, barista
Clearly, get out of here too, hasta la vista

Baby finish attentively, in two
It's like the Muppets with you, monkeys, morons
Little Pitigoi's eyelash with wavy hair
I'll call you at 07, two in one, two scream

In eternity, the lack of character still resonates
Auto-tune, hose in the mouth, no talk
Take my SUV, screw it in your mouth, it's like a storm
On the streets, good music, all from the car's speakers
Have you seen some bitch
So she wouldn't have taken Oltean-cleanta
That's how it is in hip-hop, not like in pop
The same footprint
Either you give it or you don't give it at all

When I enter the beat, I demolish everything
I make a good hit, I invent everything
I'm a miss, I'm a legend, because I can
I'm in this anti-everything rap, I'm the antidote

How, boss, you can't touch me
What you're doing is very cringe
When you see me, you always die out
You know I dominate this criminal style of '95

In hip-hop, I'm Al Pacino, a ballerina
If it holds you, come on, give me two cappuccinos
Supreme in this rap, you're a mini Arlechino
I raised the bar with Nino
I'm successful with both romances and Latina girls
I'm the cherry on top, I'm Maraschino

What I wear is Tommy Jeans, and never Valentino
I have comrades in Berlin, in Madrid, and in Turin
Who listen to Macanache with the volume up
I'm food for the soul that repairs any wound

For the underground area, that is, from the underground
I grew up with Wu-Tang and James Brown
I'm a kind of New-Tang, so, get down
Get down, get down, get down, get down-down

Down, get down, get down, get down-down
So, get down
Get down, get down, get down, get down-down
Get down, get down, get down, get down now...