Текст и перевод песни Frenkie feat. Marčelo, Edo Maajka & DJ Mrki - Crème de la crème Begins

Crème de la crème Begins

Citam komentare na forumu fmjam-a
Joki opet sere oko svega
Sove imaju novu stvar pravo mi legla
Net mi koci, jebena dial up veza

Sa Edom i Soulom danas picim za Beograd
Idemo kod njih malo mikrofon odrat
Neka ekipa Basivity, s njima cemo nesto snimiti
Malo visiti, nazad spiciti

Moram priznat, prpa me malo hvata
Prvi put u Beograd nakon rata
Ko mu jebe mater valjda cemo preziviti
Par piva ce to sve smiriti

U studiju mali milion ljudi
Vip, Marcelo i neki Nigrutin ludi
Svi se druze, flase i dzoje kruze
Edo stao za majk i snima Suze

Marcelo me zeza i kaze, Frenk da tenk
Ajde da snimimo neki reprezent
Ja uzmem papir i napisem isti tren
Basivity i fmjam creme de la creme

Posle ljudi pitaju kako nastade ta pesma
K'o i svaka vredna cedjena je iz sjeba
I danas uz nju cmizdre i zovu je pesma jedan
Iako broj seksova u toj vezi bese ni jedan

Udario sevdah, sve kroz flasu gledam
Ljuto kunem crnu zenu, govna jedem cela
Kad eto ti tih dana bas poziv od Fmjam-a
Culi neke pesme pa zovu da tamo repam

Da idem prvi posle rata
Nemojte ljudi mene, vid'te da me riba vara
A sad mi ionako nije do zivota druze
Bolje dzihad nego nista, krenut cu pa sta bude

U ranac stavio pivo, pivo i onda jos piva
Jednom me bili pijanog, nije bolelo nista
Kloparam i sikam, a u glavi mi moj matori
Prica sto se nije menjala ni kad se zarati

Prica da su Bosanci dobricine i alkosi
Prica o drugarstvu i ceo taj stimung tadasnji
Tamo u Tuzli sretnem iste ljude kao te tad
Iako izmedju te dve price stoji rat

Ni jedan krivi pogled, ni jedna losa rec
Samo osmesi, zajebancija, cirkanje i respekt
I tako je i danas, ljudi se drze i druze
A naci fasisti nek prde svoje i nek mrze

Led se probijo, bine pucale pod nogama
Daj nam mikrofon i pive, a vi jebite se s drogama
Sami medju dogmama, kad repamo pomama
Iz studija na binu, stvar uzivo care bomba ba

Vanja moto ko lud, a mi motali pivo
Frenkie pise novu stvar, a maloprije jednu snim'o
Pa i ja bi ljudi snimao, evo snima cak i Galeb
Bilo nas je ko Kineza moras cekat' na red

Tol'ko skilova, stilova, rima, s hejtom ni jedne
Tu vecer predrasude su ko rukom odnesene
Odluke donesene, moramo ovo cesce
Za 'vake featove, beatove Toza ostavljaj nam cesce

Samo nam takvi sjest ce, za dusu i za repa
Care jebo pare, znas da volimo te Kepa
Krem de la krem, hejteri kite na celo
Majka glavatar na majku Frenkie i Marcelo

Crème de la crème Begins

I'm reading comments on the fmjam forum
Jokers are kidding around again about everything
Sove have a new thing that's just my style
My pussy doesn't like it, fucking dial up connection

I'm drinking for Belgrade today with Edo and Soul
We're going to their place to rap a little on the mic
Basivity Crew, we're going to record something with them
Hang out a bit, then head back

I have to admit, I'm a little nervous
First time in Belgrade since the war
Who cares, we'll probably survive
A few beers will calm us down

There are a million people in the studio
Vip, Marcelo and some crazy black guy
Everyone's hanging out, bottles and joints are circulating
Edo's on the mic and is recording Suze

Marcelo's teasing me and says, Frenk, you're a tank
Let's record a banger
I grab some paper and write it down right away
Basivity and fmjam crème de la creme

Later people ask how this song came about
Like any good song, it came from my mind
And today they groove on it and call it song number one
Even though there wasn't a single sex in that relationship

Hit, I'm looking through the bottle
I curse the black woman, I'm eating shit
When out of the blue I get a call from Fmjam
They heard some songs and called me to rap on them

To go first after the war
Don't ask me, I'm seeing that the fish is cheating on me
And I don't care about life like that anyway, my friend
Better jihad than nothing, I'll go and see what happens

In my backpack I put beer, more beer and then some more beer
They once got me drunk, it didn't hurt at all
I stumble and piss, and in my head is my old man
A story that never changed even when the war started

A story that Bosnians are good guys and alcoholics
A story about friendship and the whole Stimmung back then
There in Tuzla I meet the same people as back then
Even though there's a war between those two stories

Not a single dirty look, not a single bad word
Just smiles, teasing, joking and respect
And so it is today, people hang out and are friends
And let the fascists fart and hate

The ice has broken, the boards are cracking under my feet
Give us a microphone and some beers, and you can fuck yourself with drugs
Alone among your dogmas, when we rap we go crazy
From the studio to the stage, it's live, baby, bomb, yeah

Vanja rides like crazy, and we roll the beer
Frenkie's writing a new one, and a little while ago he recorded one
And I would too, my friend, even Galeb is recording
There were so many of us like Chinese, you had to wait for your turn

So many styles, rhymes, no hate at all
That night, prejudices were gone in a flash
Decisions made, we have to do this more often
For feats like these, beats like these, Toza, leave them to us more often

Only those who will sit down for soul and rap
Fuck money, man, you know we love you, Kepa
Crème de la crème, haters put flowers on their foreheads
Motherfucker on Frenkie and Marcelo