Turbo Folk Lyrics – Most Wanted
Singer: Most Wanted
Title: Turbo Folk
Mene prati narodna muzika
Ti kraljice moga—
Strofa 1: Rope}
Ceca je kraljica, kad je čujem, tu je kraj
Poludim totalno, bez sestre osta’
Lomim čaše od glavu, penjem se na astal
Za jednu noć potrošim mjesečni pazar
Đe god da odem, moram se napit’
Sviraju grčki hitovi na naš jezik (Pi’)
Sandra Afrika proda hiljadu karata
Klubovi su puni kurvi i gastrabajtera
Klinke nagrđene pjevaju refren
Ma đe su vam roditelji? Majku vi jebem!
Zemlja nam je dno, muzika nas vadi (Ma e)
Svi p’jani, nema veze što su gladni
Radio, TV, kafići, WC
Svuđe turbo-folk, osjećam se ka’ čoban
Danas pjeva svaki kreten
Žele da budu kao Piroman Boban
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Iz naselja đe se more likova
Loži na kola, oružje i borbe pitova
Đe će svaku noć drugi komšija burdikovat’
U pet zora, pred svima precvikovan
Repertoar kule Karadžića, miris ljutih papričica
Note Ljube Aličića, prva, druga flaša pića
Humor Ognjen Amidžića, miris guma od Tamića poput glasačkih listića
Ispresavijani drskom od čekića, izlijećem, vitlam na bagru iz džipa
Dok vitlam motkom ka’ Donatelo, ako si stavio stotku na čelo
Dobro nisi došla sa dečkom, dobro nisi ostala na selo
Ja ne kažem, bilo je tih dana
Kad su dominirali Minimaks i Palma
Šetala se kožica na Vesnu Zmijanac
Lucky cigara, teksas Americana
Bez komentara za Zvezde Granda
Koje izbjegavam ka’ na cesti presretača
Bolje no ođe repera izigravat’ pred deset ljudi za paklicu granja
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Izdavačke kuće izdale su ljude
Ne cijene talenat pored kesa i gudre
A i što ce ti dar ako imaš para?
Producent svira glas, pitaj pola Granda
Može svako pokušat’ ka’ Karleuša krištat’ na narod preko kurca
Poslije Šabana šabani skoro svi su
Kvalitet pjevačice mjeri se na sisu
Te idole udavio bih kô mačke
Klepe sve matre, leleču kô babe
Ribe vježbaju za pakao uz Anu
Pjesme tužne, uz tekilu so na ranu
Kosači što ste pokosili vaša đeca puše
Jači no ikad, šmrču bijele ruže
Poroci sve češće vuku, pa na Lešce
Umire muzika, moje saučešće
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Dajte nama još ovoga, malo je ovo,malo,malo je ovo
Dajte nama još ovoga, malo je ovo,malo,malo je ovo
Dajte nama još ovoga, malo je ovo,malo,malo je ovo
Đe se kupaš?, tražim te,lutam
Đe Džeja slušaš i koksa smrkaš?
Vodim te u Maximus dobra je bura
Pozavidio bi nam i coA Lukas
Na svadbe se puca, naoružani ka’ Ceca
Džej Džej Okoča, srednje ime – kontraverza
U tekst otkrijem više no što treba
Ka’ turbo pjevačice sa TV-a
I’m a hustla, braća Đogani, Mile Kitić – podočnjaci
Turbo-folk ispratim da znam što se radi
U državi đe i glavni sluša Jami
‘Oću da sam Šako, da mi je drug Šarić
Što je stari?, samo se šalim
Kod mene ti se ne slušaju narodnjaci
Al’ dobro pa’nu kad se opijanim
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Turbo Folk – English Translation
Follow Me Folk Music
You queen moga-
STROFA 1: Rope}
Ceca is the Queen, when I hear it, there’s the end
I go crazy totally, no sister’s
I break my head glasses, I climb to Astal
For one night I spend a monthly market
ГЕ ВО демем дем, до до дели се сели ‘
Play Greek hits to our language (PI ‘)
Sandra Africa sell a thousand cards
Clubs are full wh#res and Gastrabiter
Klinka cramped singing refrain
MA, are your parents? Mother you f#ck!
Our land is the bottom, music is extracted by us (ma e)
All P’Jani, never mind being hungry
Radio, TV, Cafes, WC
Sergers Turbo-Folk, I feel like ‘Coban
Today sings every jerk
They want to be like Piroman Boban
On-on-on-on-on-on-on-on-on-on-on-to-
On-on-on-on-on-on-on-on-on-on-on-to-
From the settlement Đe se more characters
Lodge on the car, weapon and battle of pink
Гđe će će će ćе до нод нодком жисай бурдиковат ‘
In five dawns, in front of everyone spotted
Refertor Kule Karadzic, the smell of angry peppers
Notes Ljube Alicic, First, Second Bottle Beverage
Humor Ognjen Amidžić, smell tire from Tamic like ballots
Interimed with a cheeky, healing, winch at a band from the jeep
While Witlam polka ka ‘Donatelo, if you put a hundred onto the forehead
You didn’t come well with a boy, you didn’t stay on the village
I’m not saying, there were those days
When dominated minims and palm
Walked the skin on the Vesna Zmijanac
Lucky cigar, Texas Americana
No comments for Granda Stars
Which I avoid ka ‘on the interceptor road
Better but the rappers go round out ‘in front of ten people for the hatchery of branches
On-on-on-on-on-on-on-on-on-on-on-to-
On-on-on-on-on-on-on-on-on-on-on-to-
Publishing houses issued people
Not priced talent next to bags and gudre
And and what will you give you if you have money?
The producer plays voice, ask half Grand
Can every one try ‘ka’ karleus krištat ‘on the people over the dick
After Šaban Šabani, almost everyone’s
The quality of the singer is measured on the sis
I would have drowned I would drown the kot of cats
Klepe all the mornings, Lelecu Kota Babe
Fish work out for hell with an an
Songs Sad, with tequila So on the wound
Mower mowers that you have mowed your girlfriend smoking
Stronger but ever, a sniff of white roses
Vices are increasingly dragging, then on the corpse
Muzika dies, my condolences
On-on-on-on-on-on-on-on-on-on-on-to-
On-on-on-on-on-on-on-on-on-on-on-to-
Give us more this, this is a little, a little, a little
Give us more this, this is a little, a little, a little
Give us more this, this is a little, a little, a little
Where are you bath ?, I’m looking for you, I wander
Dje Jaja listen to the coke smrk?
I’m taking you to Maximus is a good bora
Would have a subsequent to us and coa lucas
The weddings are shot, armed to ‘Ceca
Jay Jay Okora, Middle Name – Contraverses
I find out more in the text no longer
KA ‘Turbo singers from TV
I’m a Hustla, Brothers Djogani, Mile Kitic – Podaljaci
Turbo-Folk I’m following that I know what is being done
In the state of đ and the main listening to the pit
‘I’m sorry to be a fist, that my friend Saric
What is old?, Just kidding
You don’t listen to the folk
Al ‘good careful when the opiates
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