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La Gratar

S-au strans baietii ca la scandal fara numar
Apar pe dupa copaci cu sacii de mangal pe umar
Unul scoate din punga nu se mai opreste odata
Ceafa carnati pastrama pulpa dezosata
Micii sfaraie pregateste ziarul
Boxele pornesc la minut ca mustarul
Am asasinat cartierul cu gratarul
Am planificat mult fum pentru tot anul
E weekend si-o facem frumos in anturaj
Cu muzica si bass-i in peisaj
Si pe bune iti zic daca este sa compar
Nici un kil de caviar nu se compara cu un gratar

E duminica iar iesim la gratar
Facem de papa facem de papa
Am baietii cu mine punem carnea pe jar
Facem de papa facem de papa
E duminica iar iesim la gratar
Facem de papa facem de papa
Am baietii cu mine punem carnea pe jar
Facem de papa facem de papa

Imi place cand imi iau de papa
Pan'la urma asa m-a invatat tata
Sa nu fur niciodata bani sa-mi platesc rata
Si nu rata niciun gratar pulpa in gura magna carta
Numar pan la trei facem prezentarile
Scoatem fleicile, buna fleicile
Hai cu pulpele, sar'mana pulpele
Si aripioarele hei aripioarele
Va invit la mine in burta vreau sa uit problemele
Ca eu mananc de la depresie
Si os a fac asta pana imi iese la perfectie
Deci nu mai faceti atata misto ca as fi gras
Ca nu ma pot abtine bag pana imi iese pe nas
Ca de asta nu vorbesc eu mult sunt tacut
Ca nu sunt gras sunt doar ca micul asta bine facut

E duminica iar iesim la gratar
Facem de papa facem de papa
Am baietii cu mine punem carnea pe jar
Facem de papa facem de papa
E duminica iar iesim la gratar
Facem de papa facem de papa
Am baietii cu mine punem carnea pe jar
Facem de papa facem de papa

Pentru mine mirosul de gratar e un parfum
Impinge sa rulez sa trag fum dupa fum
Dupa ce ne prajim nu tinem cont de igiena
Punem pe jar vierme soparla hiena
Imi place ala micu ca stie sa invarta micu
Taticu nu stii tu ca nu e asa simplu
Gratarul e un templu inveti tu cu timpul
Si rima-i pentru Grasu care-i foarte tare frate
Te asteptam cu doza in mana sa face gratare frate

E duminica iar iesim la gratar
Facem de papa facem de papa
Am baietii cu mine punem carnea pe jar
Facem de papa facem de papa
E duminica iar iesim la gratar
Facem de papa facem de papa
Am baietii cu mine punem carnea pe jar
Facem de papa facem de papa

At the Barbecue

The boys gathered like a scandal without number
Appear behind trees with charcoal sacks on their shoulders
One takes out of the bag, doesn't stop once
Neck, sausages, pastrami, boneless pulp
The mici sizzle, prepare the newspaper
The speakers start on the minute, like mustard
We assassinated the neighborhood with the barbecue
We planned a lot of smoke for the whole year
It's weekend and we're doing it beautifully in company
With music and bass in the landscape
And honestly, I'm telling you, if I were to compare
No kilo of caviar compares to a barbecue

It's Sunday and we're going out for barbecue
We're making food, we're making food
I got the boys with me, we're putting the meat on the embers
We're making food, we're making food
It's Sunday and we're going out for barbecue
We're making food, we're making food
I got the boys with me, we're putting the meat on the embers
We're making food, we're making food

I like it when I get my food
After all, that's how my dad taught me
Never steal money to pay my bills
And don't miss any barbecue, pulp in the mouth, magna carta
Count to three, we make the introductions
We take out the steaks, good steaks
Come on with the pulps, poor pulps
And the wings, hey, wings
I invite you into my belly, I want to forget my problems
Because I eat from depression
And I'll do this until I get it perfect
So don't make fun of me for being fat anymore
Because I can't help myself, I stuff until it comes out my nose
That's why I don't talk much, I'm quiet
Because I'm not fat, I'm just like this little one, well made

It's Sunday and we're going out for barbecue
We're making food, we're making food
I got the boys with me, we're putting the meat on the embers
We're making food, we're making food
It's Sunday and we're going out for barbecue
We're making food, we're making food
I got the boys with me, we're putting the meat on the embers
We're making food, we're making food

For me, the smell of barbecue is a perfume
It pushes me to roll, to puff smoke after smoke
After we fry, we don't care about hygiene
We put on the embers worms, lizards, hyenas
I like the little one because he knows how to turn the mici
Daddy, you don't know, it's not that simple
Barbecue is a temple, you learn over time
And the rhyme is for Grasu, who's really cool, brother
We're waiting for you with the dose in your hand to make barbecues, brother

It's Sunday and we're going out for barbecue
We're making food, we're making food
I got the boys with me, we're putting the meat on the embers
We're making food, we're making food
It's Sunday and we're going out for barbecue
We're making food, we're making food
I got the boys with me, we're putting the meat on the embers
We're making food, we're making food