Текст и перевод песни Vojko V feat. Krešo Bengalka & Tonci Huljic - Pasta Italiana

Pasta Italiana

Pasta taliana sa njom perem zube
Kad su zubi čisti sve me žene ljube
Sve bi tile pastu kad izađe iz tube
Iman više paste od Cipe i Ćube
Ne pušim trube jer nisam rastafara
Samo tortellini, samo pasta zara
Neki tuku copy, ja tučem samo paste (paste)
Kad tučem pastu danima mi dođe ništa neist
Jer imam puno paste pa me zovu pastuh
U jedno veče kilo paste nestane u vazduh
Prvoklasnu pastu uzimam na ler
Stalno pasteriziram ka Louis Pasteur
Iman kilo paste al nikad neću past
Na pasti slušam techno svi me zovu Tehnoplast
Kad se roka pasta izlasci su dulji
Na pasti radim hitove, svi me zovu Hulji

I u njima pasta italiana

Cila kasta svakog dana (pasta italiana)
Žika, rebe, spitka, umak bolognese prika
Žito albanese, tuta forza zlatna vrata
Koktel slamke fanta, motor mi je teška kanta
Dalmatino lero, guba toleranza zero
Svaki potez je leđero, đoke šaljem samo
Krivim smjerom stalno na pivi i unuku
Anegdote kad pričam svi u ulici umuknu
Bale drzin u konduktu, pastu držin u dubokom
Živim teški lopovluk, na ti sa svakim sam urokom
Split je scampia ka napulj, pasta zara je prima
Bengalka je torino, alien ka collina
Refleksno te zajeben, svaki mot mi je mina
Pasta je italiana roba je cicciolina
Roba je cicciolina, 30 miljardi lira
Rai due je program giuliano kad svira

I u njima pasta italiana, pasta italiana

Donose mi pastu (dođi), samo bacim mot (mot)
Tonči H. u kući klošarima platim spot ($pot)
Pisma vam je dobra al je malo monotona (dosadna)
Bit će bolja ako dodam malo huljofona

I u njima pasta italiana

Italian Pasta

I brush my teeth with Italian pasta
When my teeth are clean, all the women love me
Everyone would want pasta when it comes out of a tube
I have more pasta than Cipa and Ćuba
I don't smoke pipes because I'm not a rastafarian
Just tortellini, just pasta only
Some make copies, I only beat up pasta (pasta)
When I beat pasta for days, nothing else comes out
Because I have so much pasta, they call me a shepherd
In one evening, a kilo of pasta disappears into thin air
I take premium pasta on the sly
I sanitize constantly like Louis Pasteur
I have a kilo of pasta but I'll never fall
I listen to techno while eating pasta and they call me Technoplast
When the pasta expires, the trips get longer
I craft hits on pasta, everyone calls me Hulji

And in them is Italian pasta

Every caste, every day (Italian pasta)
Žika, rebe, spitka, bolognese sauce, the show
Albanese wheat, tuta forza golden gate
Cocktail straws fanta, my motor is a heavy can
Dalmatian lero, zero tolerance for crap
Every move is slow-mo, I only send jokes
Constantly in the wrong direction on beer and grandkid
When I tell anecdotes, everyone on the street shuts up
I drive balls in the bus, hold pasta deep
I live the heavy criminal life, I'm at odds with everyone
Split is a scampia like Naples, pasta only is prima
Bengalka is torino, alien like collina
I'll screw you over instinctively, every word of mine is a landmine
Pasta is Italian, the goods are cicciolina
The goods are cicciolina, 30 billion lire
Rai due is the program giuliano plays when he's performing

And in them is Italian pasta, Italian pasta

They bring me pasta (come), I just drop a word (word)
Tonči H. at home, I pay hobos for a spot ($pot)
Your lyrics are okay but a bit monotonous (boring)
They'll be better if I add some huljofona

And in them is Italian pasta