Текст и перевод песни Lars Vaular - Full Kontroll

Full Kontroll

Hipp hipp hurra, mann
Hipp hipp, hipp hipp, hipp hipp hurra
Mann, det e min bursdag, alle oppi kåken bare gir en god faen
Koppet nokke fleinsopp med en popjente eg ikkje kan namedroppe
Sånt der e'kkje min stil, tjommi, aldri på mobil, tjommi
Mann, eg e dønn seriøs, dunno kordan det bærer løs
Tre jæla spellemann til mitt navn, mann
Ingen her har gjort det eg gjør
Denne e for Gucci, Prada, YSL og Cavali-klikken
Montclare-jakker, Louie-belter
Mad kontanter i butikken
Denne e for mine damer, går med alt for mye sminke
Det e bare å gjøre din ting, beibi, gje meg det der skitne blikket
Ser du har tatt nokke som du aldri trodde du skulle gjøre
Alle elsker Emma når hon hvisker deg det her i øret

Det va altfor lett
Det va altfor lett
Det va altfor lett
Det va altfor tungt
Eg e altfor tung
Sjekk ut min boom
Ke e det dokkar tror?
Du må komme oppå
Kom oppå mitt nivå
Ennå ung og dum
Men har full kontroll
Men har full kontroll
Mannamann har full kontroll
Mannamann har full kontroll
Mannamann har full kontroll
Mannamann har full kontroll
De spør meg ka eg driver med
E.K.T.E L.I.V
Hvis du ikkje liker det
E det ingenting å bry seg med

Fred Perry på min skjorte
Mad kjerringer spurte om å ta et bilde
Og vips så va eg borte (vekk)
Stakk hemover til et hemmelig sted
Med min babymama og min w
Dobbel o.g. i det herre rapspillet helt siden 2003
De derre e okei, men de e'kkje som NMG
Siste platen min hadde'kkje skryting
Eg lar publikum ta seg av det
Mann, eg lar publikum ta seg av det
Mann, eg lar publikum ta seg av det
En viss andel hat har ethvert unikum akkumulert
Fuck ka de heter, fuck de har vedtatt
Mann, eg opphever alle regler
Kommer ned hardt med no jæla heavy g-kraft
Bergen by så lenge eg lever
Denne e for mine folk som aldri hører på radio
For mine tjommier på felt z nedpå stadion

Full kontroll
Full kontroll
Full kontroll
Full kontroll

Full Control

Hip hip hooray, man
Hip hip, hip hip, hip hip hooray
Man, it's my birthday, everyone in the house just doesn't give a damn
Had some magic mushrooms with a pop girl I can't name-drop
That's not my style, buddy, never on the mobile, buddy
Man, I'm dead serious, I don't know how it works
Three damn Spellemann awards to my name, man
No one here has done what I do
This is for Gucci, Prada, YSL, and the Cavali clique
Montclare jackets, Louie belts
Mad cash in the store
This is for my ladies, walking around with way too much makeup
Just do your thing, baby, give me that dirty look
I see you've taken something you never thought you would
Everyone loves Emma when she whispers this in your ear

It was too easy
It was too easy
It was too easy
It was too heavy
I'm too heavy
Check out my boom
What do you guys think?
You have to come on
Come on my level
Still young and dumb
But I'm in full control
But I'm in full control
Man has full control
Man has full control
Man has full control
Man has full control
They ask me what I'm doing
R.E.A.L L.I.F.E
If you don't like it
It's nothing to worry about

Fred Perry on my shirt
Mad bitches asked to take a picture
And bam, I was gone (away)
Ran over to a secret place
With my baby mama and my w
Double o.g. in this rap game since 2003
Those are okay, but they're not like NMG
My last record didn't have bragging
I let the audience take care of it
Man, I let the audience take care of it
Man, I let the audience take care of it
A certain amount of hate has been accumulated by every unique person
Fuck what they call it, fuck what they've decided
Man, I'm breaking all the rules
Coming down hard with some heavy g-force
Bergen city as long as I live
This is for my people who never listen to the radio
For my buddies on field z down at the stadium

Full control
Full control
Full control
Full control