Текст и перевод песни Emkej feat. Anina - Ulice - Roots in Session Remix

Ulice - Roots in Session Remix

Poznam ga odkar bil je dete zaj ded je
Samo spomnim se ga ribat speed namesto sira na špagete
Jebat mami mater trosit pare na starlete
Tip ni nikol nič delo klicali smo ga paketek
Nisi točno vedo kaj se mota mu po glavi
Skoz je bil malo nervozen dokler nismo bli na travi
Pravi stari jaz nobenmu ne zaupam
Če bo šansa za prave pare vas ziher zafukam
Čisto sfukan ko gledam ga v oči
Ne verjame mi ko pravim da čisto vse se vrne ti
Ne verjame v mir ne verjame v ljubezen
Ne morem zaspat če se slučajno vleže v postlo trezen
Nisem ko on a vem kak je in to me fuka
Preziram ga a cenim za vsak dan ko ne obupa
Mam prijatle ko upajo stavit čuka
In vem za one ko dajo za rundo in ne pridejo iz štuka

Mama rekla luč ugasn
Da ti postane jasn
Kok je ura
Kaj se dons fura
Goste megle, polne glave
Preko mure, vse do save
Halo ulice

Vsak bi rad mel za čelom ko abdi
Da ko zagusti je hitro smart in se spasi
Poznam jih par ko so na ulici zrastli
Asi sprašijo na linijo - agassi
Pare bi samo para ni pa vlada paranoja
Dok se pare ne dobi pazi kaj en pravi ti
To je nočni trip takrat ko mesto spi
Peki ziviti kaj si gluh stari nič ti nea dam na puf
Vleto pred blok direktno iz treninga
Skoz vrhunska roba nea me kliči če gre za gram
Petke, ceneri, funfzig, stotke in pola
Če maš keš se dobimo na parkplacu od ligroja
V kuferamu žoga na zadnjih zicih torba
Na radiu zadni komad od velebora
Reko je da neho bo že stokrat
Samo ma račune in mu prav pride čisto vsaka stotka

Mama rekla luč ugasn
Da ti postane jasn
Kok je ura
Kaj se dons fura
Goste megle, polne glave
Preko mure, vse do save
Halo ulice

Ko ni se spi, le dve noči med tednom, glede na čase bom uličar zavedno

Posnetek iz filma - kleščar
"Tak je. Ti prodajaš tu drugače
Prodajam. S tem služiš kruh si? Točno tak
Pošten človek? Pošten. Pošteno kradem. Roko daj

Ne tak črno gledat marko morš bit optimist
Pravi mi bledi materialist
Pa ne verjamem več ne nasedam
Tak da ne se menit z mano dokler nimaš kaj za povedat
Odraščam v času korupcije prevar in laži
Res redko kdo me še lahko prepriča v dobro ljudi
Samo mi ne preostane druga ko upat
Da lahko delam to kaj hočem in mam keš se morn skoz fukat
Razmišljam kak rešit situacijo
Hočem pare za vse a nas jebejo z inflacijo
Zraven tega nas jebejo še župnijške pizde
Ko nam kenslajo budgete in nam kradejo razpise
Hvala vam za rože dali ste nam pite
Zdaj vam vračamo vzklike grafite in granitne
Vse dokler ne pade vsaka lažna institucija
Živeli ljudje in živela revolucija

Streets - Roots in Session Remix

I've known him since he was a kid, now he's a dad
I just remember him snorting speed instead of cheese on spaghetti
F*cking his mom's mother, wasting money on starlets
The guy never worked, we called him a package
You never knew what was going on in his head
He was always a little nervous until we were on the grass
He says, "Old man, I don't trust anyone"
If there's a chance for real money, I'll definitely f*ck you over"
Completely f*cked up when I look him in the eye
He doesn't believe me when I say everything comes back to you
He doesn't believe in peace, he doesn't believe in love
I can't sleep if he happens to lie down sober in bed
I'm not like him, but I know what he's like and it f*cks me up
I despise him, but I appreciate him for every day he doesn't give up
I have friends who hope to bet on a bird
And I know those who pay for a round and don't get out of the stuka

Mom said, "Turn off the light"
So it becomes clear to you
What time it is
What's happening today
Thick fog, full of heads
Over the wall, all the way to the Sava
Hello, streets

Everyone wants to have a forehead like abdi
So when things get tough, they're quickly smart and escape
I know a few who grew up on the streets
They ask for money on the line - agassi
They just want money, but there's paranoia
Until they get the money, be careful what they tell you
This is a nighttime trip when the city sleeps
Bake, live, what are you deaf, old man, I won't give you a puff
Into the block, straight from training
Always top-notch stuff, don't call me if it's about a gram
Fives, hundreds, fifty, one hundred, and fifty
If you have cash, we'll meet at the parkplac by Ligro
A ball in the trunk, on the back tires, a bag
On the radio, the last song from Velebora
He said he'd stop, a hundred times already
He just has bills and every hundred comes in handy

Mom said, "Turn off the light"
So it becomes clear to you
What time it is
What's happening today
Thick fog, full of heads
Over the wall, all the way to the Sava
Hello, streets

When I don't sleep, only two nights during the week, according to the times, I'll always be a street guy

Clip from the movie - Pliers
'"That's how it is. You sell it differently here"
I sell. You earn your bread with this? Exactly"
An honest man? Honest. I steal honestly. Give me your hand"

Don't look at it so black, Marko, you gotta be an optimist
He calls me a pale materialist
And I don't believe anymore, I don't fall for it
So don't mess with me until you have something to say
I grow up in a time of corruption, deceit, and lies
It's rare that anyone can still convince me of the good in people
I just have no choice but to hope
That I can do what I want and have cash, so I can f*ck it up all the time
I'm thinking about how to solve the situation
I want money for everything, but they f*ck us with inflation
On top of that, the parish b*tches f*ck us
When they cancel our budgets and steal our bids
Thank you for the flowers, you gave us pies
Now we're giving you back the shouts, the graffiti, and the granite
Until every fake institution falls
Long live the people and long live the revolution