Текст и перевод песни Lars Vaular - Koking

Koking

Eg vet en ting og to
Vet ting og tang om koking
Koking, koking, koking
Koking, koking, koking

Eg drikker aldri Guinness
Heller litt i gryten for å få en bitter finish
Vaular preiker bidness
Eg seer at disse unge rapperene driver med fitness
De e ganske fitte, svar på det her drittet
Faen e det av nytte når det kommer til å spytte?
Ca. null og nix, tjommi
Eg e en gammel hund, men ruller rundt full av trix, tjommi
Ka vet du om meg og min NMG/G-Gjeng/G-hus?
Ingenting som eg ikkje vet sjøl
Lille tjommi, eg tror det e best du bare tar og snur
Det var det eg trodde
Det var det eg visste når du ikkje forstod det
Få det inn i hodet
Eg trenger ikkje lov, men en mann må ha en kode
Eg har en innrømmelse
Eg ble beruset av min berømmelse
Tok over spillet uten innbydelse
Ingen innvielse, kun innflytelse
Gjort mer for integreringen enn hele regjeringen
Du så meg oppå scenen oppå Spellemann-utdelingen
Vi va som Benettonreklamen, mann
Det va meg og Leo, Girson og Anand og Cham
Ting eg så gjør et barn til en gammal mann
Men ennå preiker folka drit borti la la land
Har navnet mitt i kjeften sin som amalgam
Det e samma faen, eg utløser en brannalarm

De vil ha kok
De vil ha kok
De vil ha kok
De vil ha
Kan du få det til å koke, tjommi?

Kok
Kok
Oppe i det der huset
Kok
Kok
Oppe i det der huset

Eg e en koking king, kong kok oppi her
King kong av koking
Som en regelmessig ting
Hele min klieg e down med koking
Du vet kokken e på en koking-ting
Hele kåken e på en koking-ting
Hele blokken e på en koking-ting
Hele byen, hele landet e down med koking

Kokende
Koking
Koking
Kokende
Koking
Koking
Koking
Koking
Koking
Koking
Koking
Koking
Koking

Cooking

I know a thing or two
Know this and that about cooking
Cooking, cooking, cooking
Cooking, cooking, cooking

I never drink Guinness
Rather add some to the pot to get a bitter finish
Vaular preaches business
I see these young rappers do fitness
They are pretty pussy, answer this shit
What the fuck is it good for when it comes to spitting?
About zero and nix, buddy
I am an old dog, but roll around full of tricks, buddy
What do you know about me and my NMG/G-Gang/G-house?
Nothing that I don't know myself
Little buddy, I think it's best you just turn around
That's what I thought
That's what I knew when you didn't understand it
Get it into your head
I don't need a law, but a man must have a code
I have an admission
I got drunk on my fame
Took over the game without an invitation
No initiation, just influence
Done more for integration than the whole government
You saw me on stage at the Spellemann Awards
We were like a Benetton ad, man
It was me and Leo, Girson and Anand and Cham
Things I do that make a child an old man
But still people preach shit in la la land
Have my name in their mouths like amalgam
It's the same damn thing, I set off a fire alarm

They want to cook
They want to cook
They want to cook
They want to
Can you make it boil, buddy?

Cook
Cook
Up in that house
Cook
Cook
Up in that house

I'm a cooking king, the king of cooking here
King kong of cooking
As a regular thing
My whole clique is down with cooking
You know the chef is on a cooking thing
The whole house is on a cooking thing
The whole block is on a cooking thing
The whole city, the whole country is down with cooking

Cooking
Cooking
Cooking
Cooking
Cooking
Cooking
Cooking
Cooking
Cooking
Cooking
Cooking
Cooking
Cooking