The jamb is on, come on, come on
Lanter without a light bulb for a wrong thing, pass
The column is loud, the thugs sounds
On our bench - always nishtyak
Among the boys Lady
On the hooligan pastoral
On the shop in the summer summer
I don't care about gossip
I'm a yard on a Style
The locals have on the pedestal
No money in pockets
After all I love hooligans
I am kumarya for hooligans, I was born
And what is this for the left fraer? Come on the shop
No need lady, he tins for a clearing here
Well, the glory of God in the area still live, thank God
Pickled on the guitar of the Mafile
Not.kurili could not read nifiga
Dial someone, they may come
Lady Bro in touch with them, Come on
Alyo-Maleo, not.kurili? Yes Yes
Here without you the mafiosi, vanity - not vanity
The case is fixable, everything is necessary
Dofiga is still drunk, though there is no smoke already
You hugged stupidly, what kind of punishment
Not.kurili do not smoke, you shit for the name
Right now they are shook and there will be something, Palai-Sely
But, and the mafik, as always, will come already funny
On ha, on the hopki, the jamb is on, come on, come on
Flashlight without a light bulb, not just like that, pass
The column is loud, the thugs sounds
On our bench - always nishtyak
And I bought a baseball cap, cleaned cream cream
Spray on the dome of the perfume with the smell of authority
The crown is bright, sweaty summer, meet the bosom ghetto
How I like to be noticeable
In my company on Fridays - holidays
Who wears ADIKI, in the pads have not been sitting since fifteen
Stamens-patterns, cheaps, sticks
Yes, we are still on the bench
Leg on the leg, pipe in autonomous, hear, Vasya
I, like a tramp, do not reaches for work, ept
Whisper under the roofs, you can fuck
Hey, we have a prestigious bench on our bench, fuck
I am for manners, like a tape for a demobilization
Yes, to us at least Cerberus, at least the GBR - in parallel
You better turn off the gandalph, gray
So far, the window is whole
On ha, on the hopki, the jamb is on, come on, come on
Flashlight without a light bulb, not just like that, pass
The column is loud, the thugs sounds
On our bench - always nishtyak
On the old basin, near the bench is our gang
To neighbors, as usual, our grant prevents to sleep
We are musicians, but what to do, we don't care about others
Let everyone know, we just took a new minus
Here the mafik and Lady Bro are in touch, here's a holiday
It should be noted, a new person, and we are at the base
Especially on their own, especially in their area
And we were yelling and rushed on acceleration
In their traditions, all are also suspicious of faces
You guess the dick here, we are on our ambitions
We mutate fit, life is, the bull is bulls
Seeing a passerby in the face of an unfriendly view
Asks to smoke, we answer, what was not smoked
We were rude, we turned off, we said
We don’t be rude, who knew that this was a drunken opera
At least do not go outside, now we are sitting on the huts
On ha, on the hopki, the jamb is on, come on, come on
Flashlight without a light bulb, not just like that, pass
The column is loud, the thugs sounds
On our bench - always nishtyak
Moscow-Togliatti. Surge is not vanity. What are you? And we are not what
Are you responsible for the bazaar? I am responsible for the bazaar. It seems not to smoke
They definitely not smoked, huh? Exactly
I am to him like that, what are you like that? And I'm not what, and what are you? And what