007 Lyrics – Jala Brat & Buba Corelli
Singer: Jala Brat & Buba Corelli
Title: 007
Za nama s parama juri bruma
Bro, ma džaba vam zarada, gubiš, truba
Ta kamara zavara suvišno
Sad sa nama mahala, budni smo
Saraj’vo, pa karamo, kô kalaš izrafalamo
Kada kačiš se sa bagrom tom, upoznam te sa Sadamom
Jedna rudna treba svega tebra
Udaram, obaram, slavim
Znaš da sam bad boy nekorektan
Getta Badr Hari, a mi
Redovno gledamo jebeno bojno polje svaki dan
Zato bježi bro kada vam cijepamo, Sarajevo Vijetnam
Ma mojne nama da prsiš se, ma drama
Vjeruj da biće kume kad uletimo kô Hamad
Vazda s ekipom kroz grad rolamo sa džipom
Pa svaka traka nam plane kô da na benzin bacim zippo
Hodam istim putevima s istim drugovima
Nikom marke nisam dužan
Hvala Bogu, ne živim u dugovima
Repam po klubovima gdje prolazi naša muzika
Ostavi brate mic kad počne tebe pljuvat’ – ubije
Kad takav je život buraz – jebi ga
Bolje šuti, nemoj pričati jer ostaćeš sutra bez jezika
Bolje ti budi pametan, tvoje je da šutiš brate
U rep imam crni pojas kô da treniram karate
I repam nenormalno, i repam bez uvreda
Nemoj se derati, jer pas koji laje ne ujeda
I ne želim respekt, i ne želim biti odjeban
Jer ovaj beat je bolestan, ma mikrofon ti pade tebra
Možete li meni išta vi?
Što si ti tako tih, možda bi trebô vrištati?
Jer ja ti fino govorim, al’ ništa ti
Tvoja mala voli strašno kurac sisati
Ja imam spisak njih, što ću ih dissati
A mene ne možete ubit’, jer ja nisam živ
Ja sam polubog, vazda bio iznad svih
Kad mislite da pada kiša, ja pišam ih
Zovite mangupe pa da polomimo noge
Vama kuje čiste sobe, nama samo da im robe dam
Viče fan, zove nam, Cora rep – fenomenam
Drotovi džepove rove nam, traže robe gram
Kada pogledam tu tvoju malu kuravu
Ja navukô bi je na kitu, tvoju malu kuravu
Pa je navukô na travu, pa je navukô na south
Pa je navukô na kauč, pa je navikô da jauče
Šta me gledate debili? Nemoj’ da vas našamaram
Nikad nisam tu, ali vazda mahalama haram
Sa mnom nikada ne možeš biti vala barabara
Uši param tvoju malu karam iza paravana
Nemoj da se kurčiš kako ti je dečko op’ćen
Doć’će bez’ze, bat’ne pop’će
On fura šljok’ce, sa Chanelom ok’ćen
Doćiću i prebiću te sa Sanelom Ok’ćem
Kô bodyguard ja lomim vrat
Mojne moje ime spominjat’
Kô sajfer ja sam zločinac
I ne mojne mi se opirat’
Kô burglu ću da pokidam
Uvijek hladan i ravnodušan
Uvijek gladan i neposlušan
Pusti beat, znaš da ne popuštam
I ostanite dole, bole kosti znam to bro
Vi možete bolje drolje, pokažite mi sad to
Ekipa nanese bol, to je sine Saraj’vo
Ako hoćeš belaj ne laj, dođi na Alipašino
Stipu beat da gazimo, gradivo za mnom ponavljaj
Ovaj beat je kô mazivo masivno, ne osporavaj
Sad skupimo, slavimo, pravimo nešto svoje
Kolaborat, mi i Rajvosa – tako stvari stoje
Iza mene samo prašina, baš kô da bježim halašima
Halo kujo, sjaši il’ mašina, od VG-a do alpašina
Tu gdje s Bosaurinom m’ješamo rakiju, vino
Jebo teb’ pa nju, al’ to mi nije tip, kuću raznesu plinom slino
Podigô sam prašinu, cijelu scenu zatresô
S đavolom sam plesô, čuo sranje nam je prijesto
SA i Bihać biatch, čuka ide na okidač
Jebeni vrh, sijemo smrt baš kao smrtni sijač
Prekini, rep mi kô na beat, upadam sa sjekirom
Nisam mater ni balavac, ne bi se s vama prepiro
Hip-hop, mic checkirô, skidô trag krvav
Jer digô sam u zrak, pola scene kô taliban bro
Kori opet me Bog, na traci opet tero
Sranje se puši kô dop, i dalje držim taj tron
Jebô sam repera sto, spržio svaki sam floor
Nek’ vas je mal’ milion, al’ Ckros za vas je stroj
Kuvam za večiti put, kô Biggie jebeni Door
Kad lupim šakom od stol i pustim vatreni flow
Rock Tony Vulgata bro, najjači ulični ton
Ima li reći šta ko kad palim SA beton?
Šiza ste, spika grmi, basovi gnječe ti mozak
Popišam vam se na rep, ovo je Sarajevo – pozdrav
Bar kô smrtna doza, tata vraća se u stilu
Glavni jebač’ geta na široko, i željni smo sile
Jebeš sve, imam vještinu kad redenike kô praznim
{?} 240-tke, pow-pow-pow – pazi
Mnogi misle da sam ja otišô od o-vo-ga
Trebali bi znati da je meni ovo dno oka
Pušite mo-o-ga, ko ne konta furku
Na bini vazda lud, pa me zovu MC Voodu
500 ‘dina, masa u čudu kada me vide i kada me čuju
Znaju da mogu da pocjepam mikrofon kada ga uključim u struju
Govore o mome showu ,govore o mome flowu
Ali koga bre briga kada kidam, znam da zvuči cool
Kada skupi se ekipa mogu nam svi muda pipat’
Od Bihaća do Rajvosa – znaj da s nama je ekipa
Dobrodošli u 3C studio, ako smo ti ludilo
Cijela rafa je ljudi, klaplje nam, a ti sjedi rambo popij sok
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007 – English Translation
For us the vapor rushes ripple
Bro, however worthless you profit, you lose, trumpet
This stack welds superfluous
Now with us waving, we’re up
Saraj’vo, but karamo when kalaš izrafalamo
When you mess with the hopper, and meet with Saddam
One ore should all tebra
Hitting, stew, praise
You know I’m bad boy incorrect
Getta Badr Hari, and we
Regular watch f#cked battlefield every day
Therefore flee bro when you vaccinate, Sarajevo Vietnam
Ma mojne us to prsise, no matter drama
Believe that being godmother when we fly in when Hamad
Always with the team through the city Rolamo with jeep
So each strip our plane when to throw gasoline zippo
Walking the same road with the same companions
No one brand I’m not obliged
Thank God I do not live in debt
Repam clubs which makes our music
Leave brother mic when doing you spit ‘- kills
When such is life bro – f#ck
You’d better shut up, do not talk because you’ll stay tomorrow without language
You better be smart, it’s yours to keep quiet brother
The tail I have a black belt when I’m training karate
I repam abnormal, and repam no insult
Do not shout, because the dog that barks does not bite
I do not want respect, and I do not want to be odjebani
Because this beat is sick, whatever microphone you fall tebra
Can you me anything you?
What are you so quiet, you might need to scream?
Because I speak these fine, but nothing you
Your little loves scary dick suck
I have a list of them, which I will do dissati
And I can not kill ‘, because I was not alive
I’m a demigod, always been above all
When you think that it’s raining, I piss them
Call the b#stard but not break the legs
You b#tches clean rooms, we only do they give you the goods
Shouts fan, called us, Cora tail – a phenomenon
Cops pockets rove us, looking for goods gram
When I look at your little sl#t
I pulled it on kit, your little sl#t
So he pulled the grass, and he pulled on the south
So he pulled on the couch, but the habit of moaning
What I watch morons? Do not ‘you fool
I have never, or always waving haram
With me, you can never be wave barabara
Ears param your little karam behind the screen
Do not be cocky to your boyfriend op’ćen
Doć’će bez’ze, bat’ne pop’će
He’s tripping šljok’ce, with Chanel ok’ćen
I’ll be there and I will beat you with Sanela Ok’ćem
When I break your neck bodyguard
You do not say my name names into
When Sajfer I villain
I do not mojne we resist ‘
When Burgl I’m going to tear
Always cold and indifferent
Always hungry and unruly
Let the beat, you know I do not discount
And stay down, hurt bones know it bro
You can better b#tches show me now this
The team inflict pain, it is a sine Saraj’vo
If you want a calamity not bark, come on Alipašino
Stipe beat to tread, material for me repeat
This beat is when lubricant massively, or challenge
Now we gather, we celebrate, we call something your
Collaborators, we Rajvosa – the way things are
Behind me only dust, just like I’m running Halas
Halo b#tch, get off yl machine, and the VG-to alpašina
Here where the Bosaurinom m’ješamo brandy, wine
f#ck teb ‘but her, but it’s not my type, house blown gas saliva
I picked up the dust, shook the whole scene
The devil I dance, I heard sh#t we throne
SA and Bihac biatch, owl goes on trigger
f#cking top, sowing death just as the death sower
End tail when we beat on, barge in with an ax
I did not mater lipped, not to argue with you
Hip-hop, mic checked, skid trail bloody
Because Digo I’m in the air, half the scenes after the Taliban bro
Using again my God, on the bar again tero
sh#t smoking when dop, and still keep the throne
f#ck I rappers hundred, burned every single floor
Let you mal ‘million, but Ckros for you machine
Cook for eternal time, when Biggie f#cking Door
When you hit her with his fist from the table and leave the fiery flow
Tony Rock Vulgate bro, strongest street tone
Does say what once when the fallen concrete SA?
Siza you, Spike roars, bass squeeze your brains
List you on the tail, this is Sarajevo – greeting
At least when lethal dose, dad returns in style
The main f#cker ‘ghetto widely, and we want to force
f#ck all, I have a skill when cartridge belts when empty
{?} 240-weaves, pow-pow-pow – watch
Many think that I left her on-in-it
You should know that it is me this is the bottom of the eye
Smoke mo-o-by when not account Furka
On stage always crazy, but they call me MC VOOD
500 ‘dunes mass in amazement when they see me, and when I hear
They know that they can rip the microphone when you turn on the power
They talk about my show, talking about my flow
But who the hell cares when shoveling, I know that sounds cool
When assembled, the team can provide us all the balls touch ‘
From Bihac to Rajvosa – know that with us the team
Welcome to 3C studio, if you’re crazy
The whole rafa people digest us, and you sit Rambo drink juice
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Lyrics Jala Brat & Buba Corelli – 007
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