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Pistolu' Maceta

Focul din iad, il iau
Malaiu' en gros, il iau
Pistolu', maceta, le iau
Ghetele prada, le iau
Tony Montana, o dau
Ochii lu' ma-ta, ii iau
Ochii la pizde, le iau
Satra benzito, o dau
Focul din iad, il iau
Malaiu' en gros, il iau
Pistolu', maceta, le iau
Ghetele prada, le iau
Tony Montana, o dau
Ochii lu' ma-ta, ii iau
Ochii la pizde, le iau
Satra benzito, o dau
Haita mea de golani-s melomani si criminali, fa
Cioara din cartier, am coaie sa te astept in strada, ma
Bag pula inca odata in garda, publicu' ma apara
Satra mea nu-s doar 5, suntem o civilizatie, ma
Ii intig sa iasa in strada si ai sa vezi organizatie, ba
Nu claca daca ai decis sa vezi o demonstratie, ba
Poti sa-i spui ca banda, ba
Banda mea e cea mai blana
Am o banda, banda data dreacu, mama
Foc cu foc cu foc din teava
N-o sa ajung la zeghe niciodata
Noaptea pe la 3 ochii se rastoarna
Noaptea pe la 3 unu n-o sa doarma
Noaptea pe la 3 unu pica in groapa
Noaptea pe la 3 Killa House, tata
Trag zt, zt, zt, zt, zt, zt, zt, zt, in tine cu ai tai de fata
Focul din iad, il iau
Malaiu' en gros, il iau
Pistolu', maceta, le iau
Ghetele prada, le iau
Tony Montana, o dau
Ochii lu' ma-ta, ii iau
Ochii la pizde, le iau
Satra benzito, o dau
Focul din iad, il iau
Malaiu' en gros, il iau
Pistolu', maceta, le iau
Ghetele prada, le iau
Tony Montana, o dau
Ochii lu' ma-ta, ii iau
Ochii la pizde, le iau
Satra benzito, o dau
R, R, R, R, R, am arme cu gloante cuvinte, muio
R, R, R, R, R, va zboara din adidasi in morminte, muio
Pistoale, macete din sentimente
Lichefiaza cerebele incete
Pe fata cu muia, asa evidente
Ciuruiesc sufletul, asa elocvente si
O, o, o, o - Don Poleone vrea malaiul galben ca aura
O, o, o, o - Ma uit in ochii lu' ma-ta si-o vad pe Isaura
Ghetele mele doar cand sunt de furat se numesc Prada
Cu Lama Finete, reinventam strada
Corbul prima parte intre ciori, cra-cra
Negrii ca noaptea, noaptea, noaptea
Noaptea pe la 3 si se scoala pula
Noaptea pe la 3 ti-am indopat gura
Cu maini legate la spate, iti dau cu ura
Conte, Conte, Conte, esti o latura
Da' banda mea-i de oameni spatiali, ba
Rapu' fara grai, fa
Scot Blasterul Laser, ch-ch-ch-ch-ch, ii trimit in Rai, ha
Si nici macar nu-s rapper, sunt un tocilar, fa
Scriu carti SF pe instrumental cu ai tai de fata
Nu mai sta pe intuneric, deschide ochii si invata, fa
Muio, muio, muio
Focul din iad, il iau
Malaiu' en gros, il iau
Pistolu', maceta, le iau
Ghetele prada, le iau
Tony Montana, o dau
Ochii lu' ma-ta, ii iau
Ochii la pizde, le iau
Satra benzito, o dau
Focul din iad, il iau
Malaiu' en gros, il iau
Pistolu', maceta, le iau
Ghetele prada, le iau
Tony Montana, o dau
Ochii lu' ma-ta, ii iau
Ochii la pizde, le iau
Satra benzito, o dau

Flowerpot Pistol

The fire from hell, I take it
Corn in bulk, I take it
The pistol, the machete, I take them
The Prada boots, I take them
Tony Montana, I give it
Your mom's eyes, I take them
The eyes of the bitches, I take them
The blessed crew, I give it
The fire from hell, I take it
Corn in bulk, I take it
The pistol, the machete, I take them
The Prada boots, I take them
Tony Montana, I give it
Your mom's eyes, I take them
The eyes of the bitches, I take them
The blessed crew, I give it
My pack of thugs, they're music lovers and criminals, yeah
The crow from the hood, I have the balls to wait for you in the street, man
I put my dick in the guard once again, the public protects me
My crew isn't just 5, we're a civilization, man
I dare them to come out on the street and you'll see organization, bro
Don't break if you decided to see a demonstration, bro
You can call it the gang, bro
My gang is the coolest
I have a gang, a damn good gang, momma
Fire with fire with fire from the barrel
I'll never reach the slammer
At night around 3, eyes roll over
At night around 3, one won't sleep
At night around 3, one falls into the pit
At night around 3, Killa House, daddy
I shoot zt, zt, zt, zt, zt, zt, zt, zt, in you with your boys in front
The fire from hell, I take it
Corn in bulk, I take it
The pistol, the machete, I take them
The Prada boots, I take them
Tony Montana, I give it
Your mom's eyes, I take them
The eyes of the bitches, I take them
The blessed crew, I give it
The fire from hell, I take it
Corn in bulk, I take it
The pistol, the machete, I take them
The Prada boots, I take them
Tony Montana, I give it
Your mom's eyes, I take them
The eyes of the bitches, I take them
The blessed crew, I give it
R, R, R, R, R, I have weapons with bullets, words, babe
R, R, R, R, R, they'll fly from their sneakers to their graves, babe
Pistols, machetes made of feelings
Liquefy the brains slowly
On the face with the babe, so evident
I riddle the soul, so eloquent and
O, o, o, o - Don Poleone wants the corn yellow as the aura
O, o, o, o - I look into your mom's eyes and see Isaura
My boots only when they are stolen are called Prada
With Lama Finete, we reinvent the street
The crow first part among crows, cra-cra
Black guys like the night, night, night
At night around 3 and the dick wakes up
At night around 3 I stuffed your mouth
With hands tied behind your back, I hit you with hatred
Count, Count, Count, you're a side
But my gang is made of space people, bro
Rap without speech, yeah
I pull out the Laser Blaster, ch-ch-ch-ch-ch, I send them to Heaven, ha
And I'm not even a rapper, I'm a nerd, yeah
I write SF books on instrumentals with your boys in front
Don't stay in the dark anymore, open your eyes and learn, yeah
Babe, babe, babe
The fire from hell, I take it
Corn in bulk, I take it
The pistol, the machete, I take them
The Prada boots, I take them
Tony Montana, I give it
Your mom's eyes, I take them
The eyes of the bitches, I take them
The blessed crew, I give it
The fire from hell, I take it
Corn in bulk, I take it
The pistol, the machete, I take them
The Prada boots, I take them
Tony Montana, I give it
Your mom's eyes, I take them
The eyes of the bitches, I take them
The blessed crew, I give it