Текст и перевод песни Trench Mafia Locco - Ugu Bugu (feat. Steps)

Ugu Bugu (feat. Steps)

Ar mani blakus ir Steps, necepī man dabsteps
Drusku piemetās klepus, zinu bet tas nav kreks

Mēs ar Locco pisam Coco, dabūt Lotto mūsu moto
Jā es mīlu savu mammu, bet pa dzīvi - fuck a Po Po

Dzīve salda, ja vismaz ir 10 grami man uz galda
Mana alga, tā bij Tava alga, zini man vienalga

Tu jau zini, dienām tusē, mums zem acīm zili riņķi
Tev būs sārti, ja tu turpināsi muļķi dzīt uz riņķi

Paga kušš... Menti klausās manu trubu
Zvana bratans runā kodu valodā, ugu bugu

Kādreiz tirgojām zāli, tagad piepildam zāli
Divi mātes rajoni, šai ēkā slazdā kā brāļi

Spogulīt spogulīt saki man tā
Kurā rajonā ir Variks mēģini Imantā

Kopā ejam tā kā papīrs ar krapāli galdā
Ja patrāpies ceļā, tad dūmi tev galvā

Dotā brīdī mani vairāk nekas neizbrīna
Sāku vakaru ar Zani, beidzu ar kodeīnu

Steps un Locco šajā pusē, lido gaisā 3 simti
Jā es pisu šito spēli it kā man būtu 3 pimpji

Tev ir dūms, jauna raža, zinu bļe nu tādas galvas
Nāksim palīgā Tev nopīpēt tā būs lielā talka

Poppojam pills kā gangsteri puļas
Mūsu dēļ Latvijā aizliedza dvuļas
Tava kuce griežas uz manējā huja
Ārā pa durvīm, tā šmara ir dura

Pusotrs gads, šajā spēlē, neviens vēl nenovāca
Ja Tu sāc, tad būs sekas, pats var dagadatsa
Vari pie nākt pie mums ar labu, tikai nenāc tukšām rokām
Labāk filtrē ko Tu saki, tavus jokus nesaprotam

Ugu Bugu (feat. Steps)

Sweetheart, with Steps next to me, don't offer me dubstep
Got a little cough, but baby, it's not meth

Me and Locco are drinking Coco, winning the lottery is our motto
Yes, I love my mom, but in life, fuck the popo

Life is sweet, as long as there's at least 10 grams on my table
My pay, that was your pay, I don't care

You know, party all day, we have dark circles under our eyes
Yours will be pink if you keep talking nonsense

Wait a minute... The cops are listening to my phone
Brother calls, speaking in code, ugu bugu

We used to sell weed, now we're filling halls
Two city blocks, trapped in this building like brothers

Mirror, mirror on the wall, tell me true
In which district is Variks, try Imanta

Together we go like paper with a pencil on the table
If you cross our path, you'll get smoke in your head

At this moment, nothing surprises me anymore
I start the evening with Zane, and end it with codeine

Steps and Locco on this side, three hundred in the air
Yes, I spit this game as if I had three pimps

You've got smoke, new harvest, I know those heads
We'll come and help you smoke it, it'll be a big get-together

Popping pills like gangsters
Because of us, they banned double-decker buses in Latvia
Your bitch is spinning on my dick
Get out the door, that chick is crazy

A year and a half, in this game, no one has taken us down yet
If you start, there will be consequences, you could get hurt
You can come to us with good, just don't come empty-handed
Better filter what you say, we don't understand your jokes