V.i.p. - Ko vas jebe
1, 2, ekipa stigla, i dusa mi je nasla malo prostora za vazduh
da bi' dis'o nadu, jer mi bol koji osecam cepa dusu
srbija je socijala, brani svoju gusu
jos jedan dan osecam samo srca svoga ritam
ko je ovde Bog, ja bi' hteo da ga pitam
znam da mora da se rinta, zbog svega
zasto da bi bio ovde srecan, tako malo treba
cuti, mali, gledaj, uci se, znam da tesko je,
cesto skupi se, ovde svako muci se
da ne bi ziveo k'o pas na kraju
ne daj da ti drugi daju, uzmi im sam
neka ovo bude tvoj dan, podigni gore dlan
znam da nije sve k'o san, tesko je, sve to znam
nemoj biti nervozan, mrznja nije snaga, to sam cuo od ortaka
snaga je glava, koja lovu valja
srbija je socijala, brate ref:
mi smo najjaci, ekipa stigla, svet je sad manji nego ikad
k'o vas jebe - svi, bassivity, (cuvaj ledja),
V.I.P., brate, svet je sad manji nego ikad odakle vadim inspiracije je dobro pitanje,
ponekad kad sa ribom budan cekam svitanje
svaki dan bitan je, svaki poziv hitan je
olos elita je, mala dusa sitna je
e, moja nije (nije!), ja nemam sta da krijem
drogiram se i pijem, davn'o sam prest'o da se bijem
sad me zanima slava, pos'o i pare, pozdrav za stare drugare
sto u kraju vare, ni za sta ne mare jer znaju
ma kol'ko god da daju uvek ostaju praznih dzepova na kraju
prave stvari kostaju, pravi ljudi opstaju
sranja dugo traju, radosti zivota nedostaju
i deca vise nisu deca, klinke se karaju na keca
pa kasni meca dva meseca, a ja kidam
k'o zidan van sesnaesterca,
da nije repa ziveo bi' od sverca
jer imam herca za svaki posao
zato sam dosao, razna sranja prosao
ovo lice nije rosavo, nego je puno oziljaka
V.I.P. je hiljadu ortaka, u vazduhu saka! ref. od dana kada igracka ti treba,
dana kada sobu od wc-a je odvajala musema
tako znam sta mi ukucanin kenja,
do momenta kad zivot post'o ozbiljna ti tema
problema, hvala Bogu, uvek ima kada trazis ih
nista ti ne valja, nikad trava, ima stvari vaznih
sanjam novac jer mi cale nije imao da da
hteo sam ja, nisam morao
nisam niti jastreb, ni orao, ni grabljivac
po meni ljudi imaju, kad snaga prati ono sto su hteli
pitas me koliko - ne seri
kol'ko kosta, da l' si pametan se pitam - ne znam, mozda
ima dana kad se ne misli na sutra - ja sam pros'oV.i.p. - Ko vas jebe - http://ru.motolyrics.com/vip/ko-vas-jebe-lyrics-english-translation.html
ima dana kad u glavi ti je vutra - davno pros'o
ima dugova sto nikad nisam platio
dugova iz dana kojima se ne bi' vratio
za milion dolara svaka picka bi te prodala
ne pricaj mi cenu, cena bi te samo odala
naucen da cenim sve za pare,
ovo je za drugove, drugare
bassivity, V.I.P. soul-flower, brate! ref. i svakog dana gledam stvari od kojih se jezim,
pa se pitam kud da bezim, cemu da tezim,
uz svaki ritam lezi, svaka rima rezi,
devedeseti minut, a ja sam gol u mrezi protivnika
takva je slika, u glavi pet hiljada kubika,
do daske 'zika, moja spika bije iz zvucnika,
zamisli lika cija klika nema gubitnika
saveznika ima mnogo, frke nema nikad, ali ipak
(e, stani, ikac brate, stani brate, stani za trenutak...)
ja jesam MC kompleksan, tu sam 'de sam,
ribe me vole k'o pola eksa pre seksa, a tek sam
napunio dvadeset, tebi tonu nade sve, hejteri dave se
a na ulici uredno jave se, kul prave se,
i kako odem, mojim privatnim zivotom bave se, a cave sve,
i znaju ime relja, rexxxona, demian il' cime, nije bitno, sine
to sam ja, uvek isti, prvi na listi, iskreno, jebe mi se sta ti mislis
jer zlo je u recima, rima ostra poput seciva,
jedan klinac smrce, sada 'ajde spreci ga ref. aha, kapis? kapis?
2002-a, lovu stvara tuga, volim svakog druga,
kroz kraj mi fura pruga, proci ce voz,
mi hocemo jos,
vi truli ste skroz,
mi hocemo jos ref. pasos i dokumenta, ko krimi se zenta
k'o giska, knele, centa, zna nas pola kontinenta
a tebi to smeta, reci mi zasto
i ti si brate mast'o, kurvama prast'o, gistro
i sve je isto, V.I.P. najrealniji
ortaci najnormalniji
brate, realni k'o ulica
frka, brate, ludnica
da ovo nije studio bila bi sudnica
sta si ti, bul ili pudlica?
pit-bul kurvica! da znas da jesi,
'ajde sada bezi, 'ajde sada bezi... da pozdravim.. bassivity.. jebanje keve... svi
43zla, marcelo, tokyo, bad copy, svi znate sta se desava
(ikac: bs! bs!, bs! bs!) V.I.P. - sranje se desava... je l' tako, ikac, brate?
ma brate, nema vise diskusije
sa'cu da polupam mikrofon, brate, ovde...
(ikac: nemoj, rexxxona, smiri se)
a vi sto mrzite... ma pusite kurac, svi! vidim svetlo gde je mrak... ref. (x3) sve je do jaja, mi smo mnogo jaki, vi ste bezveze, nemate pojma,
mi sve znamo, kao vi nama pare, a ... vi srecni, kao...
zamislite da ste srecni!
V.i.p. - Who gives a f*ck about you (Английский перевод)
1, 2, the team has arrived, and my soul has found a bit of room to breathe
That I could breath in hope, because this pain I feel is tearing up my soul
Serbia is welfare, protect your throat
One more day, I only feel my heart's rhythem
Who here is God, I'd like to ask him something
I know that it's needed to work hard, because of everything
Why should I be happy here, that little bit is needed
Shut up, boy, look, learn, I know it's hard
Often it's gathered (money), everyone here is in angony
So that they wouldn't live like a dog at the end
Don't let others give it to you, take it yourself
Let this be your day, put your hand (palm) up
I know not everything is like a dream, it's hard, I know it all
Don't be nervous, hate isn't power, I heard that from a friend
Power is the head, that rolls money
Serbia is welfare, brother
ref:
We're the strongest, the team has arrived, the world is now smaller than ever
Who gives a f*ck about you - all, Bassivity, (watch your back)
VIP brother, the world is now smaller than ever
[Demian]
Where I get my inspiration from is a good question
Sometimes when I'm awake with a girl I await dawn
Every day is important, every call is urgent
The ragtag is the elite, the little soul is tiny
Hey, mine isn't (isn't), I don't have anything to hide
I use drugs and drink, long ago I stopped beating myself
Now I'm interested in fame, work and money, greetings to my old friends
That swindle in the neighborhood, and don't care about anything because they know
Well no matter how much they give, they're always left with empty pockets at the end
Real things cost (money), real people survive
Sh*t lasts long, the happiness of life is missing
And the kids aren't kids anymore, girls reprimand on ace
So the mercedes is two months late, and I go mad
Like Zidane outside of the penalty area
And if there was no rap, I'd be living of smuggling
Because I have a herz/heart for every job
That's why I came, been through all sorts of sh*t
This face isn't dewy, it's full of scars
It's VIP, 1000 friends, fists in the air!
[Ikac]
Since the day you've needed a toy
The day that and oilcloth separated the room from the toilet
That's how I know what my inmate is sh*tting
Up to the moment when your life became a serious topic
Thank God, always problems when you look for them
Nothing's worthy to you, never weed, there are important things
I dream of money, because my father didn't have any to give me
I wanted, but I didn't have to
I'm not a hawk, nor an eagle, nor a bird of prey
As far as I'm concerned, people have (money) when power follows that what they've wanted
You ask me how much - don't talk nonsense
How much it costc, I ask myself if your smart - I don't know, maybe
There are days when you don't think of tomorrow - I've been through it
There are days when there's weed in your head - been through it long ago
There are debts that I've never payedV.i.p. - Ko vas jebe - http://ru.motolyrics.com/vip/ko-vas-jebe-lyrics-english-translation.html
Debts from the days I wouldn't want to return to
For a million dollars every b*tch would sell you
Don't talk to me about the price, the price would only give you away
Learned to appreciate everything for money
This is for my friends
Bassivity, VIP, Soul-flower brother!
ref.
[Demian]
And every day I see things that make me shiver
So I ask (myself) where I should flee, why I gravitate
Every rhythm is the best, every rhyme growls
The twentieth minute, and I'm the goal in the net of the opponent
That's how the picture is (how things are), five thousand cubic meter in my head
Turn the music (volume) up, my story is pounding out of the speaker
Imagine a charachter, who's clique hasn't got losers
Allies enough, there's never trouble, but anyway
(Hey stop, Ikac brother, stop brother, stop for a moment)
I'm a complex MC, I'm here where I am
Girls love me like half their ex before sex, but I've just
Turned twenty, all your hopes drown, haters choke themselfs
On the streets they regularly greet, they act cool
And as soon as I leave, they engage in my private life, all those p*ssy's
Also know the (my) names, Relja, Rexxxona, Demian or Cime, it doens't matter, son
That's me, always the same, first on the list, honestly I don't give a f*ck about what you think
When evil is in the words, the rhyme is as sharp as a blade
A young kid is sniffing now, go prevent him (from doing it)
ref.
[Ikac & Demian]
Aha, capiche, capiche?
The year 2002, grief creates money, I love every friend
There's a track in my neighborhood, a train will pass by
We want more
You're totally rotten
We wan't more
Passport and documents, feared like criminals
Like, Giska, Knele, Centa, half of the continent knows us
But it bothers you, tell me why
And you also dreamed brother, forgave wh*res, stricktly
And everything's the same, VIP the realest
The most normal of friends
Brother, real like the streets
Trouble, brother, madhouse
If this weren't a studio, it would be a courthouse
What are you, a bull or a poodle
Pit-bull wh*re! you know you are
Go run away now, go run away now
[Demian]
Greetings to... Bassivity... mother f*cking... everyone
43zla, Marcelo, Tokyo, Bad Copy, you all know what's up
BS! BS! BS! BS! (Beogradski Sindikat)
VIP - sh*t happens, right Ikac, brother?
Well brother, there's no more discussion
I'll break the microphone now, brother, here...
(Don't Rexxxona, calm down)
And you haters, wel f*ck off everyone!
[Ikac]
I see light where it's dark!
ref. (x3)
[Ikac]
Everything's cool, we're very strong, you're stupid, you have no clue
We know everything, like... you give us money, and you're happy, like...
Imagine that you're happy!