Текст и перевод песни Frenkie feat. Who See - Daj Ga Na Gas

Daj Ga Na Gas

Toči po beat-u, strofa sa pjenom
16 linija stvorim odjednom
Klapa bokeška sa FM JAM-om
Upravljamo drugom i trećom smjenom
Pravim smjerom, sve sa mjerom
Poprskam sa flowa zerom
To što sad činimo s perom
Poslije mjere decibelom
Mediteranom i kontinentom
Ko jednim dugmetom
Svi ruke u nebo i njišu dupetom
Zato sve žurke radimo uspješno
Meridijani i paralele
Istu priču vele
Doma kad dođem su prljave felne
I pun telefon slika sa fešte

Nema sutra, nema juče,
Ima samo danas.
Alo, daj ga na gas! Daj ga na gas!
Nema nazad, samo pravo!
Alo, daj ga na gas!

Nema sutra, samo sad,
Ođe ima pola grada
Nećemo ga vala stat
Dok ne potrošimo para

Nema sutra, samo sad,
Ođe ima pola grada
Nećemo ga vala stat
Dok ne potrošimo para

Idem ka vrhu i penjem se stalno
Iznad visoko kao Kilimanjaro
Chillam pod palmom, klizim kao Lambo
Bonjour i alo Pariz Milano
Gradski rebel
Život je igra ja prekucao level
I kad sve prođe i vrijeme pomete
Ja biću sretni debeli reper
Naša je džungla beton i benzin
Muzika spas, ispušni ventil
Nad gradom lebdim i bježim u egzil
Brutalan tim na urbani beat
Nestvarno moćni kao urbani mit
Frenkie, Who See priča je gotova
Trese se klub od Tuzle do Kotora

Nema sutra, nema juče
Ima samo danas.
Alo, daj ga na gas! Daj ga na gas!
Nema nazad, samo pravo!
Alo, daj ga na gas!

Pusti mi bit, jače, bez svih
Stavi mu basa da nacikne zid
Da se talasa da masu grmi
Dodamo gasa i vatamo đir
Beograd, Tuzla, pa nazad put Boke
Evo me, tu sam, kod babe na njoke
Sve to pobucam i pivo ti roknem
Onda zapucam s ekipom na Mogren
Ili na Jaz
Takav je tempo da vazda je gas.
Vatam taj mikrofon, bitove daj
Nagari dobro da odzvoni grad
Tako to ide bitovi depaju
To me podigne
U studio Who See, Frenkie i Vikler
Uzdravlje živjeli, kucamo krigle

Nema sutra, nema juče,
Ima samo danas.
Alo, daj ga na gas! Daj ga na gas!
Nema nazad, samo pravo!
Alo, daj ga na gas!

Daj Ga Na Gas

Pour on the beat, verse with foam
Create 16 lines at once
Boka klapa with FM JAM
We manage the second and third shifts
In the right direction, with measure
Sprinkle with flow zero
What we are doing now with the pen
Later measure with decibels
With the Mediterranean and the continent
Like one button
Everybody put their hands up and shake their booty
That's why we do all the parties successfully
Meridians and parallels
They tell the same story
When I get home, my tires are dirty
And my phone is full of pictures from the party

There is no tomorrow, no yesterday,
There is only today.
Hello, step on the gas! Step on the gas!
There is no turning back, only forward!
Hello, step on the gas!

There is no tomorrow, only now,
Here is half the city
We're not going to stop
Until we spend all the money

There is no tomorrow, only now,
Here is half the city
We're not going to stop
Until we spend all the money

I'm climbing to the top and climbing all the time
High above like Mount Kilimanjaro
Chilling under a palm tree, gliding like a Lambo
Bonjour and hello Paris Milan
City rebel
Life is a game, I have beaten the level
And when it all passes and time sweeps away
I will be a happy fat rapper
Our jungle is concrete and gasoline
Music is salvation, an exhaust valve
I hover above the city and flee into exile
A brutal team on an urban beat
Unbelievably powerful like an urban myth
Frenkie, Who See the story is over
The club shakes from Tuzla to Kotor

There is no tomorrow, no yesterday
There is only today.
Hello, step on the gas! Step on the gas!
There is no turning back, only forward!
Hello, step on the gas!

Let me be, stronger, without everyone
Put on the bass so that the wall creaks
To break the waves so that the masses thunder
We add gas and catch the dirt
Belgrade, Tuzla, then back to Boka
Here I am, here I am, at my grandmother's for gnocchi
I'll smoke all of it and bring you beer
Then I'll shoot with the team to Mogren
Or to Jaz
Such is the tempo that gas is always on.
I catch that microphone, give me the bits
Burn well so that the city rings
That's how it goes, the bits are playing
That gets me going
In the studio Who See, Frenkie and Vikler
Cheers, let's live, we knock on mugs

There is no tomorrow, no yesterday,
There is only today.
Hello, step on the gas! Step on the gas!
There is no turning back, only forward!
Hello, step on the gas!