Текст и перевод песни Fobia Kid feat. ConspiracyFlat & SpecialBeatz - Payday (feat. Conspiracy Flat & SpecialBeatz)

Payday (feat. Conspiracy Flat & SpecialBeatz)

Ah, okey, Gremlinko chce svoj lup,
Chápeš guy, Fobia Kid - wau...

Keď ideme von tak sa nevieme vpratať do kože,
Pijeme fľašu a deti pri plote požiarajú Stopex,
Chceli by sirupy fialové ako cokeľ, Bože,
Najradšej by som odletel niekde do Saint Tropéz.

Obiehame sekáče, nenakupujeme v Croppe,
Moje prvé boty som zavesil na telefónnom drôte,
O piatej ráno pri klube žereme langoše
A ona si myslí že spolu chodíme, hovorím: "Ukľudni sa kotě".

Mladí zmrdi si zarábajú lóve, ty nebuď sabotér,
Zober si to čo chceš - my ideme po cash,
Celé mesto robí rámus ako krovinorez,
No niekedy potrebujem iba ticho.

Hovoríš veľa - skipni to, dobre, do piče s Fobia Kidom,
Nenávideli ma, nevadí mi to a vždy keď ideme ulicou,
žiarime ako 101 dalmatíncov. Sme z jedného gangu,
No nikto z nás nenosí pištoľ, ak mi chceš vyčítať niečo, najprv si vytiahni poradové číslo...

Toto je Payday, čakám na deň D,
Kedy sa mi vyúčtujú hodiny v biede,
Toto je Payday, prichádza deň D,
Kedy všetky tie hovná spláchnem ako šerbeľ.

Vtedy som si varil Kura na paprike, na dvojplatničke
A dneska zarábame tuke, no žerem to isté,
Neskúšaj ma zapáliť, ja nie som Clipper,
Keď som na beate, tak pozhasínam tie vaše hviezdy ako Dedko Večerníček.

Som mysteriózny - hovor mi Sinister a moje slová zrejú ako viniče,
Hudbe som nasadil zlatý prsteň na malíček, tak povedz mi:
"Kto chytá v žite?", pozri sa máme pod pódiom binec
A pomsta je sladká tak ako tyčinka Milky Way.

No nečakáme šťastný koniec, NIE!
Toto tu neni príbeh o stratenej črievičke,
Nosili sme extázu v Petriho miske aby sme zasvietili večer,
Bola opretá pri bare a vyzerala ako Naomi Campbell.

Koketovala a nakoniec som sa zobudil u nej na válende,
Jej spodné prádlo na komode, mám 50 odtieňov čiernej,
Včera sme to v rádiu dávali na živo ako Frasier, WAU!.
Čo bude zajtra? JEBEM!...

Toto je Payday, čakám na deň D,
Kedy sa mi vyúčtujú hodiny v biede,
Toto je Payday, prichádza deň D,
Kedy všetky tie hovná spláchnem ako šerbeľ.

Ha, toto je Fobia Kid zmrdi,
Toto je Payday zmrdi,
Toto je Comebackgang zmrdi,
Hah, Comebackgang navždy...

Payday (feat. Conspiracy Flat & SpecialBeatz)

Ah, okay, Gremlinko wants his loot,
You get it, guy, Fobia Kid - wow...

When we go out, we can't fit in our skin,
We drink a bottle and the kids by the fence gobble down Stopex,
They'd like purple syrups like a base, God,
I'd rather fly away somewhere to Saint-Tropez.

We go around thrift stores, we don't shop at Cropp,
I hung my first shoes on a telephone wire,
At five in the morning, we eat langoše by the club
And she thinks we're dating, I say: "Calm down, kitten".

Young bastards are making money, don't be a saboteur,
Take what you want - we're going for cash,
The whole city is making noise like a brush cutter,
But sometimes I just need silence.

You talk a lot - skip it, okay, fuck Fobia Kid,
They hated me, I don't mind and whenever we walk down the street,
we shine like 101 Dalmatians. We're from the same gang,
But none of us carry a gun, if you want to blame me for something, first pull out a queue number...

This is Payday, I'm waiting for D-Day,
When my hours in poverty will be paid,
This is Payday, D-Day is coming,
When I flush all that shit down like sherbet.

Back then, I used to cook Chicken Paprikash on a two-burner stove
And today we're making fat stacks, but I eat the same thing,
Don't try to light me up, I'm not a Clipper,
When I'm on the beat, I put out your stars like Grandpa Evening Star.

I'm mysterious - call me Sinister and my words mature like vines,
I put a gold ring on music's little finger, so tell me:
"Who's catching in the rye?", look we have a mess under the stage
And revenge is sweet like a Milky Way bar.

But we don't expect a happy ending, NO!
This isn't a story about a lost slipper,
We carried ecstasy in a Petri dish to shine in the evening,
She was leaning against the bar and looked like Naomi Campbell.

She flirted and I ended up waking up on her couch,
Her underwear on the dresser, I have 50 shades of black,
Yesterday we played it live on the radio like Frasier, WOW!.
What will happen tomorrow? FUCK IT...

This is Payday, I'm waiting for D-Day,
When my hours in poverty will be paid,
This is Payday, D-Day is coming,
When I flush all that shit down like sherbet.

Ha, this is Fobia Kid motherfuckers,
This is Payday motherfuckers,
This is Comebackgang motherfuckers,
Hah, Comebackgang forever...