Ats:
Hi, I'm tip-top, soon there will be no stop!
As much as I'm a liver, ready for a bigger jump!
There is a number, I have to shrink!
Without resting, I go up,
I step hard and I do not hide the traces!
As an artist you will see me curled up in a sheet ,,
Won't you stop, Chris?
-Are you crazy? (X3)
I brag about the neighborhood, I burn in the neighborhood
the speed does not decrease, it goes around slowly.
Eyes shine, principles fall,
without realizing it, people are watching,
they do not see, they do not hear, but they hinder.
I go through them, with a lot of laughter!
Expect fire, even though I've burned enough!
Packets full of johnni, I clean them from branches,
pussies on pylons, "Sorry" are not for you mine,
i stay "twist so fine",
I feel best in my area!
-VARNA!
I live high-life
high-night again ..
I enter the tracksuit club,
yes i'm a neighborhood bastard
I'm always on high guard,
bite ears like Tyson !! (x4)
A full glass of Bush,
then I smoke in front of the club! (x2)
Give me pear juice,
the chick perfume soul!
Then I smoke in front of the club! (X2)
Dim4ou:
I fill a glass of Bush, then I smoke in front of the club!
Give me pear juice, the perfume girl's soul!
Jimmy Italiano, I come from the boot,
and from oranges, I was fed up!
I want cheats with Gucci, I don't know what happened
I have something to tell, my grandchildren.
Grandpa was rolling, my grandfather was lumpy
the only lumps he stuffed in his nose!
If I had vices, I did not grow up among mice,
the same picture wherever I went!
See you next year !!
Jimmy avalanche fight - you know .. "Sayonara" !!!
I enter the tracksuit club,
yes i'm a neighborhood bastard
I'm always on high guard,
bite ears like Tyson !!! (x4)
Ats:
Always with a high guard, too "hard" for you,
yes neighborhood bastard, i'll shake them like a "haarp"!
We can't stand hooks, the kitchen in smoke,
give me a penny of laundry, and a bag of doves.
I pull and I'm pulled, in the eyes like Jackie Chan.
Secretly collecting money for a black "Bummer" without a ceiling!
Asparuhovski kelesh, from May Day blocks,
I'm running faster and faster, I don't recognize stops.
10 liters 3 tens, 300 levs wrapped in an elastic band!
I was raised in the neighborhood,
I easily make them into pieces !!
'Shot' we are very low, they remain dissatisfied,
and they do not know what will happen,
if you tell me again call me !!
They hear us from the trunks, they hear us in clubs
shaking their asses,
i feel very nice you
Friday night - coma, memories of the liver
My pocket is empty, after Friday night coma !!
I enter the tracksuit club,
yes i'm a neighborhood bastard
I'm always on high guard,
bite ears like Tyson !!! (x4)
