’97 Lyrics – OG Eastbull
Singer: OG Eastbull
Title: ’97
Eram in ’97, 6 ani jumate
Adidasii rupti, luasem prima palma
Am raspuns cu pumn
Eu nu aveam un tata, sa ma apere in strada
Am invatat singur, cand lupii ne ataca
Ori devii un lup, ori devii o prada
Ma pis de ea de faima
Banii nu ma fac, eu fac bani pe banda
Am crescut sarac, furam la alimentara
De-aia acum dau spaga
Ca eu stiu ce inseamna
Sa n-ai mancare acasa
Sa n-ai caldura apa
Si stai in ultima banca
Scrii cu stilou cerneala
Pe un caiet la scoala
Si lacrimi curg pe coala
Prima, fugi de garda
Dupa sparge o casa
Dupa incarci o arma
Bagi lovele in geanta
Cagula pe fata
Uita-te in oglinda
Ai alta varianta
Fii ambitios, pune bot
Reusesc, ajung in top
Plecat de jos
Aici n-o sa ma intorc, frati la parnaie
Prieteni morti
Ca vin din saracie
Sa spun, nu mi-e rusinе
Mandrie, pentru bunici pentru familiе
Adu-ti aminte copile
Nimic nu e posibil dar tine doar de tine
N-aveam bani de paine acasa
Ambitie si foame mama
Noi fara frica, fara tata
Acum-s faimos, ma pis pe faima
N-aveam bani de paine acasa
Ambitie si foame mama
Iti cumpar flori ca esti o doamna
Te iubesc ca mi-ai dat viata
Ok, vin din Berceni, din drama
Si stiu c#m e sa plang o mama
Si tot pui sare pe rana
Si tot sa fii o panarama
N-aveam bani de paine acasa
Ambitie si foame mama
Noi fara frica, fara tata
Acum-s faimos, ma pis pe faima
N-aveam bani de paine acasa
Ambitie si foame mama
Iti cumpar flori ca esti o doamna
Te iubesc ca mi-ai dat viata
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’97 – English Translation
I was in ’97, 6 years old
The broken sneakers, I had taken the first palm
I replied with fist
I didn’t have a dad, to defend me in the street
I learned alone, when the wolves attack us
Either you become a wolf or become a prey
I am pissing on her fame
Money does not make me, I make money on the tape
I grew poor, we stole at the food
That’s why I give the string now
That I know what it means
Not to eat at home
Not to heat the water
And stay in the last bank
Write the ink with pen
On a notebook at school
And tears flow on the school
First, run away from guard
After breaking a house
After loading a weapon
You put the lovers in the bag
Cagula on the face
Look in the mirror
You have another option
Be ambitious, put bot
I succeed, I get to the top
Departed from below
Here I will not go back, brothers at the parnaie
Dead friends
As I come from poverty
To say, I am not ashamed
Pride, for grandparents for families
Remember the children
Nothing is possible but it just holds you
I had no money for bread at home
Mother’s Ambition and Hunger
We without fear, no father
Now I am famous, I am pissing on the fame
I had no money for bread at home
Mother’s Ambition and Hunger
I buy flowers that you are a lady
I love you that you gave me life
Ok come from Berceni, drama
And I know how to cry a mother
And still chicken salt on the wound
And still be a panarama
I had no money for bread at home
Mother’s Ambition and Hunger
We without fear, no father
Now I am famous, I am pissing on the fame
I had no money for bread at home
Mother’s Ambition and Hunger
I buy flowers that you are a lady
I love you that you gave me life
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Lyrics OG Eastbull – ’97
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