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Description
It rumbles like night in a basement, where bass beats common sense. It's not about feelings here - it's about survival on your own terms. Every word is like a bullet casing, every echo ricochets off the walls of concrete certainty. The world has narrowed down to three things: rhythm, strength, and loyalty. Everything else is noise behind the glass of an armoured car.
And even if it's more like the soundtrack to an inner rebellion than a song, there's a certain honesty to it. No embellishments, no philosophy. Just energy that doesn't ask if it can be louder.
Lyrics and translation
Original
-Popek man, melody, kura kurwo. -Białe kopyto i czarny dres.
-Białe kopyto i czarny dres.
-Better have my money when I come to -collect. -Ra pa pa pa, ra pa pa.
-Fuck FBI i CBS. -Jebać kurwy.
Nigdy te kurwy nie złapią mnie.
-Nigdy. -Popek nie zniczy, szukają cię.
Gdzie jesteś nigga?
-Gdzie jesteś nigga? -Idzie te kurwo, nie schowasz się.
Ooo jest, -jest. -Za kilo koksu dawaj hajs.
-Gdzie jest kurwa moje siano? -Chodżesz kurwa, twoja mać.
-To jest kurwa gangsta rap. -Gangsta rap, gangsta rap.
-Jak cię złapię, gryziesz piach. -Gryziesz piach i wszystko.
Czujesz na swych plecach oddech.
Szukaj dziwko kurwa spodnie.
-Popek znów to inny game. -Co żeś kurwa sobie wymyślił.
-Spełniasz swój amerykański sen. -Dzisiaj kurwa robimy business.
-Dziś robimy ciężki szmal.
-A nie -kurwa jak kiedyś na straży. -Gangsta rap international.
-Dziś robimy kurwa business. -International.
Gangsters, gangsters, gangsters, gangsters. International.
Ra pa pa pa, ra pa pa. International. Gangsters, gangsters, gangsters, gangsters.
International. Ra pa pa pa, ra pa pa.
International.
Gangsters, gangsters, gangsters, gangsters. International.
Ra pa pa pa, ra pa pa. International. Gangsters, gangsters, gangsters, gangsters.
International. Ra pa pa pa, ra pa pa.
Always stay strapped up, my nigga.
You ain't 'bout that life, you won't pull that trigger. I'm feelin' like I'm Pablo
Escobar.
-Flippin' bricks every day, goin' hard. -Whippin' in the kitchen.
-Suicidal thoughts in my fuckin' brain. -Kill myself.
I shoot this chopper, make them bullets rain.
-Who's your friend? -Nobody.
Nobody.
It's T and my gang, we catchin' bodies.
-AK's and Uzi. -AK's and Uzi.
-Bad bitch in jacuzzi. -Bad bitch in jacuzzi.
I feel like you heffa,
I feel like you heffa.
And before I fuck that bitch, you know that I'm gon' test -her. -You know that I'm gon' test her.
-AK's and Uzi. -AK's and Uzi.
-Bad bitch in jacuzzi. -Bad bitch in jacuzzi.
I feel like you heffa, I feel like you heffa.
And before I fuck that bitch, you -know that I'm gon' test her. -You know that I'm gon' test her.
International. Gangsters, gangsters, gangsters, gangsters. International.
Ra pa pa pa, ra pa pa. International.
Gangsters, gangsters, gangsters, gangsters. International. Ra pa pa pa, ra pa pa. International.
Gangsters, gangsters, gangsters, gangsters. International. Ra pa pa pa, ra pa pa.
International. Gangsters, gangsters, gangsters, gangsters. International.
Ra pa pa pa, ra pa pa
English translation
-Popek man, melody, whore whore. -White hoof and black tracksuit.
-White hoof and black tracksuit.
-Better have my money when I come to -collect. -Ra bye bye, ra bye bye.
-Fuck FBI and CBS. -Fuck whores.
These whores will never catch me.
-Never. -Popek doesn't care, they're looking for you.
Where are you nigga?
-Where are you, nigga? -Come, you whore, you can't hide.
Oh it is, -it is. -Get money for a kilo of coke.
-Where the fuck is my hay? -Fuck you, your mother.
-This is fucking gangsta rap. -Gangsta rap, gangsta rap.
-When I catch you, you bite the dust. -You bite the dust and everything.
You feel the breath on your back.
Search bitch fucking pants.
-Popek is a different game again. -What the fuck did you think of?
-You are living your American dream. -We're doing fucking business today.
-We're making big bucks today.
-No, fuck, like I used to be on guard. -Gangsta rap international.
-Today we're doing fucking business. -International.
Gangsters, gangsters, gangsters, gangsters. International.
Ra bye bye, ra bye bye. International. Gangsters, gangsters, gangsters, gangsters.
International. Ra bye bye, ra bye bye.
International.
Gangsters, gangsters, gangsters, gangsters. International.
Ra bye bye, ra bye bye. International. Gangsters, gangsters, gangsters, gangsters.
International. Ra bye bye, ra bye bye.
Always stay strapped up, my nigga.
You ain't 'bout that life, you won't pull that trigger. I'm feelin' like I'm Pablo
Escobar.
-Flippin' bricks every day, goin' hard. -Whippin' in the kitchen.
-Suicidal thoughts in my fuckin' brain. -Kill myself.
I shoot this chopper, make them bullets rain.
-Who's your friend? -Nobody.
Nobody.
It's T and my gang, we catchin' bodies.
-AK's and Uzis. -AK's and Uzis.
-Bad bitch in jacuzzi. -Bad bitch in jacuzzi.
I feel like you heffa,
I feel like you heffa.
And before I fuck that bitch, you know that I'm gon' test -her. -You know that I'm gon' test her.
-AK's and Uzis. -AK's and Uzis.
-Bad bitch in jacuzzi. -Bad bitch in jacuzzi.
I feel like you heffa, I feel like you heffa.
And before I fuck that bitch, you -know that I'm gon' test her. -You know that I'm gon' test her.
International. Gangsters, gangsters, gangsters, gangsters. International.
Ra bye bye, ra bye bye. International.
Gangsters, gangsters, gangsters, gangsters. International. Ra bye bye, ra bye bye. International.
Gangsters, gangsters, gangsters, gangsters. International. Ra bye bye, ra bye bye.
International. Gangsters, gangsters, gangsters, gangsters. International.
Ra bye bye, ra bye bye