Blay on Lyrics – Voodoo Popeye
Singer: Voodoo Popeye
Title: Blay on
1998, listen to my rhymes to the crown
…. we rappin’ for the new millenium
Vetar duva pa se razbija, drvo se povija
Ptice pevaju rotirajući oko njega
Za lepo vreme sunce čuva stražu
Svaki dan liči na šarenu lažu
A mi smo slobodni i zgodni, kao Del i Rodni
I uprkos problemima ne gubimo meč
Na zemaljskoj lopti napravimo skreč
I pošaljemo reč u etar, kao preko interneta
Naš život je bajan. bajale nam veštice
Pa zato živimo na kocki kao Lav Trocki
Ne gledamo tv jer je kao
Senilna baba koja gluposti truća
I mrsi na Badnje veče do svanuća
Ne jedemo gotova jela nego domaćeg pasulja
A ni jeftine girice jer traže mnogo ulja
Umesto zuba nosimo parče ‘leba
Koje nam dobro dođe kao hrana ako nam treba
Jer praktičnost je naša vrlina
Kada prelazimo ulicu idemo usput dok
Ne prođu kola, tek onda prelazimo preko
Odela ne menjamo često
Kad ih jednom namirišemo, mi stalno mirišemo
Kad uđemo u bioskop čuvamo po pola karte
Ako nema toalet papira, neka se nađe
Jer pametni smo preko mere
Ko nas mrzi može samo da se ždere
Jednom u godina 5 na more odemo
U gradu dani kad su baš vrući
I žlezda znoj luči
Nemamo komplekse kao neki
Ako prva 2 dana ne smuvamo ništa
Da idemo kući, mi super sonicno rintamo
Na raznim poljima delatnosti
Život je za nas jedna velika njiva
Ne pijemo lekove jer je to loša navika
I organizam slabi pa traži jos sedativa
Mi živimo u kući sa pogledom na veš
Klimamo samo dok ne dobijemo keš
Stalno sa računima vodimo borbu
Dok neko sanja Boru, mi sanjamo Čorbu
U šetnji po gradu tako smo videli Nadu
Ne Nadu-Nedu! da, Nedu, dobro u redu
Nedi je ukraden auto Pjer Kraden
Pa su panduri jurili neke repere
Kroz “franshe depere”
Na stanici džemail prodaje e-mail
A Cigare Nuredin
Grupa malih Roma sa njima sedi
Rominja kiša, dok slušaju priče starih vukova
O švercu na vencu, i racije i pubova
Kao krdo Bila Hikoka
Ptice Alfred Hitchkoka
I avioni Bila Klintona
Ženska ekipa kod meka čeka
Grudi su im meke kao testo Big Meka
“politiku” na “blic” pročita tek po neka
Neki čobani paparaci slikaju na kvarno
Neki stari kriminalci valjaju metle već odavno
Po gradu za nove metle traže biljku
Kako izgleda ne znaju, pa zato nose sliku
Zubar amater i zubara mater šetaju Knezom
I pričaju sa pesnikom na dopu
Koji je postao član knjizevnog kluba
Jer je pre glasanja za prijem svima doneo klopu
Jedan mali u školu nosi pčelu vezanu koncem
Pa je pušta iz kutije da leti po basu
Nije dunđer da napravi sunđer i melasu
Ali zato ume da zabavi masu na času
Njegov drug na žicu stavlja pauke
Pa ih tera da se sretnu i bore
Najjačeg ostavlja da napravi mrežu
Pa sa društvom pravi opklade i fore
Naravno, njegov pauk uvek dobija kod kuće
Jedan konobar u pabu drži 10 stolova sam
Kad šmrče, da se ne čuje, pravi ekspreso
I kašlje dok prdi, i baca pikavce u ćoše
Posle svega što smo videli nama i nije tako loše
Mi živimo u kući sa pogledom na veš
Klimamo samo dok ne dobijemo keš
Stalno sa računima vodimo borbu
Dok neko sanja Boru, mi sanjamo Čorbu
Mi živimo u kući sa pogledom na veš
Klimamo samo dok ne dobijemo keš
Stalno sa računima vodimo borbu
Dok neko sanja Boru, mi sanjamo Čorbu
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Blay on – English Translation
1998, Listen to my rhymes to the crown
…. We Rappin ‘for the New Millennium
The wind blows so breaks, the tree is pervading
Birds sing rotating around him
For a good time the sun keeps guard
Every day looks like a colorful lying
And we are free and handsome, as del and gender
And despite the problems we don’t waste a match
We make a screem on the ground ball
And we send a word to the ether, as over the internet
Our life is Bajan. Bajale nam witches
So that’s why we live on a cube as a Leo Trotsky
We don’t watch TV because it’s like
Senile babe that stupidity of truth
And thin on Christmas Eve of Dawn
We don’t eat finished meals than home beans
And either cheap bits because they are looking for a lot of oil
Instead of teeth we wear a piece ‘Leba
Which comes good as food if we need
Because practicality is our virtue
When we cross the street we go along the way while
Don’t pass the car, only then do we cross over
Sections We do not change often
When we smell them once, we are constantly smelling
When we enter the cinema we keep half of the ticket
If there is no toilet paper, let him find
Because we are smart over the measure
Who hates us can only be cheated
Once in Year 5 on the sea we leave
In the city days when they are very hot
And the gland of sweat is harsh
We don’t have complexes like some
If the first 2 days we don’t make up nothing
Let’s go home, we super sonic Rintamo
In various fields of activity
Life is one big fields for us
We don’t drink medicine because it’s a bad habit
And the organism weakens so he is looking for another sedative
We live in a house with a view of the laundry
We’re only climbing until we get a cache
We keep with your accounts fighting
While someone dreams Bor, we dream soup
In walking around the city so we saw hope
Not Nadu-Nedu! Yeah, Nedu, okay fine
Nedi was stolen car pierced stained
So the cops rushed some rapes
Through “Franche Depere”
At Gemail Station Sales E-mail
A cigars nuridin
A group of small Roma with them Siti
Rominja Rain, while listening to stories of old wolves
About the smuggling on the wedding, and raids and pubs
As a herd was hikok
Birds Alfred Hitchkoka
And planes were clinton
Women’s Team at Mecca Waiting
Their breasts are soft as a dough Big Mecca
“Politika” on “Blic” read only for some
Some shepherds papers take pictures of
Some old criminals roll brooms already long
The city for new brooms are looking for a plant
What do they look like they don’t know, so that’s why they wear a picture
Dentist amateur and dentist Mater walks the prince
And talk to the poet on the stray
Who has become a member of the literary club
Because before the reception voting brought everyone
One small to school carries a bee-bare
So it lets out of the box to fly by bass
Not Dundjer to make sponge and molasses
But because he can entertain the mass in class
His friend on the wire puts spiders
So it makes them happy and wrinkle
The strongest leaves to make a network
Well with a company makes bets and fore
Of course his spider always gets at home
One waiter in Pub holds 10 tables alone
When they snort, not to hear, a real expression
And coughs while farting, and throws pokcers in the Ćoše
After everything we’ve seen us and it’s not that bad
We live in a house with a view of the laundry
We’re only climbing until we get a cache
We keep with your accounts fighting
While someone dreams Bor, we dream soup
We live in a house with a view of the laundry
We’re only climbing until we get a cache
We keep with your accounts fighting
While someone dreams Bor, we dream soup
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