A keresés eredménye

Face to Face

[Intro]
This shit goes out with dedication for all these big shit moth runners
from the industry of the Romanian Hip Hop
Straight outta B.U.G. MAFIA
 
V1
Good thing, good thing
Good thing, 'tis that ya're suckin me off r' now
Bad thing, bad thing (for ya)
Bad thing for ya is that i'mma fuck ya up
So the first one would mean that i'm enjoyin fuckin ya ..
And the second would mean that ya're fucked in fact .
Almost 7 , 8 years have passed, lemme eliterate it for ya ...
And Startin of that time till now everybody's listenin (our ) rap
But ya're still running your mouth as if you would've realised something
As if ya would've have a clue, like if you'd have some assets
Like if you'd make some doe, like if you'd be someone of importance
Yet in your mind ya're tellin yourself that it isn't at all that way
So all the b'shit you've sold from the begining till now
And still b'shit ya're to sell out even now
i'mma say 'Fuck your shit , F your shit ... Fuck you with all your shit
This be to remind you that we're to show up by your home
Ya to respect me same as you'd respect yo mom'
Because ya're to get some publicity if i

oH La La!!

Intro (Tatae)
yass.. Specially for them knowers and particularly for
the fanatics ...
 
Chorus (X2) (WeedLady) :
I'm wet...i-i-i'm wet' ....
I'm wet rain ..the boy is 'killin' me
I love it ...I-I-I -i love itt...
I love it like that ... ohh la la !!!
 
Vers 1 (Uzzi)
She's makin it dope , so dope that you could get a stroke
And when goes hard, brakes the bed
When suc* on , ya feet tremble and is no joke ..
'Cause it'll bend ya back, gets ya out of mind
With sticked fingers , bounces those big buns
Shakes alike airplanes , but knows to hold it 'hard'
Does it well , take example , ya see what i say!?gets
naked from bottom to top ...from...to...
Sticks it in , slowly , finished directly , now starts ..
And knows how to.., she's expert in effects
Posin in all ways , likes it done on light
Puts feet on walls , the geniune 'ballerina '
I have a thing with her mouth , with her mouth..shallows'
(She) Lights up a cigarette and waits up quietly
'Ya were thinking that it'd do ya , alike that your
girlfriend too!?'
Sent her to sleep , it is no name comparing to her !
 
Chorus (X2) (WeedLady) :
I'm wet...i-i-i'm wet' ....
I'm wet rain ..the boy is 'killin' me
I love it ...I-I-I -i love itt...
I love it like that ... ohh la la !!!
 
Secondary Chorus Uzzi
She.. she .. she wants it again
Does it well and is hot as fuc*
She does it how she pleases ...
Makes me say .. 'Ahh la la !!'
 
Verse 2
Don't even have to warm her up
It is on 'fuel' , ya can directly turn it on ...
Put ya hand on the as*
And ya will se her 'opening' alike an eagle in it's fly, i swear
She sucks on the lollipop', doesn't get shy
Stears it alike she'd work out
Makes a no name of Kamasutra
Cause all she does is ultra (is ultra)
It is supernatural , with no equal
The way she bumps into ..., excuse my vulgar language
But it's revolutionary , it's directly pornographic
Ya can go wild , keep ya heart beat in check
She's gonna do ya what you wish, all you've dreamed of
The most perverted scenaries, that weren't done ever
'cause she goes hard , when wantin to .....
 
Chorus (X2) (WeedLady) :
I'm wet...i-i-i'm wet' ....
I'm wet rain ..the boy is 'killin' me
I love it ...I-I-I -i love itt...
I love it like that ... ohh la la !!!
 
Secondary Chorus Uzzi
She.. she .. she wants it again
Does it well and is hot as fuc*
She does it how she pleases ...
Makes me say .. 'Ahh la la !!'
 
Verse3
This girl's alike Chupacabra
Fades 'it' all, alike ya would say Abracadabra
Takes it in its mouth and full of saliva ..
Gets it out and plays with it ...cause knows it from
the archive
From YouPorn of 'Deep Throat' and other 'words'
On my taste , she moans
'And i wouldn't think to see ever, arhitecture
In feminine style/execution , on my bed
Seems alike if there was in my house 20 cadets ..
Cause them ejaculat**d, that it even reach on the walls
In the bath , on the ceilling, all over in the bedroom
I hope , for no one to light some black light down the hall
An Climber, familist one , seeing in perspective ..
Studying in the States, she wants to become an artist ...
With a master degree in P.R, the next 'superstar'
More dope than Sandra ROumain , she makes all special
 
Chorus (X2) (WeedLady) :
I'm wet...i-i-i'm wet' ....
I'm wet rain ..the boy is 'killin' me
I love it ...I-I-I -i love itt...
I love it like that ... ohh la la !!!
 
Secondary Chorus Uzzi
She.. she .. she wants it again
Does it well and is hot as fuc*
She does it how she pleases ...
Makes me say .. 'Ahh la la !!'
 
Outro (WeedLady):
I li-li-live for this, i crave what's the BEST
I h-h-hate the fool bitche*, that only don't say it
I li-li-live for this, i crave what's the BEST
I h-h-hate the fool bitche*, that only don't say it
 
Outro Uzzi :
I'm 'flyin'!?Ok ... come on, it is posible ..The first
porno song
With 'no words' like 'Dic* , puss* ,
wazo*, blowjob, fuc*, cum*, clitori*
Ball*, 'Milk' , meat, egg, bone, hair and other perversions
For ya :ya ladys'!
 

The streets

Versions: #2
It's the place where you're not brave, you don't wanna be,
It is possible to win but loosing is a high probability,
So much hustling you see only in Las Vegas
Some people sell their soul so fast that it's hard to believe.
 
It's the capital city of Romania,
It's Bucharest,
It's more that that,
You have to prove yourself.
 
Romanians and Romanian women,
Gypsies and Gipsy women,
The government, money, the Five O's, corner boys,
Prison and years, the hood and the OGs,
 
Children and drugs, weapons, concrete buildings,
You have to know how things run in here, bro
On the streets you find everything, combined,
Mixted over the top, it's hard.
 
Here is where we do our shit,
Here is where you will always finds us,
There is no advice to be given, no papers to sign,
We are mafia for life, brothers in arms.
 
{Chorus}
You can read us prayers
Hoping for some miracle to happen,
But you've made your bed, now lie in it,
Run, run, the good guys are coming!
 
You can read us prayers
Hoping for some miracle to happen,
But you've made your bed, now lie in it,
Run, run, the good guys are coming!
 
I present to you radical solutions,
Like the good guys that
Have build and empire of illegal businesses.
In the streets you can suffer lethal wounds
 
When the night lights reflections show you guns smiling back at you.
Suckers snitch and splill out everything,
True liders waste away like a flower bud
Forgotten in the sun, near the flower shop around the corner.
 
The Five O's are proud of themselfs now,
They catched a big fish, yes!
There's a chain reaction,
Cops lie dead in the gutters,
Now there is a string of letters of resignation.
 
The next candidate for the throne makes his way
Through the back streets and takes it all,
But I'm confident in myself,
Cuz you can only trust yourself.
 
Cops do not like me too, oh well,
The latin blood that flows in my veins
Makes me be like Al Capone and you know it.
 
{Chorus}
 
Once upon a time
People created laws.
That's when the sides were defined
And the dice was cast.
 
The conflict has changed the weapons we use
To take out the targets,
Today kevlar vests ar the armour
That deflect bullets.
 
But even so blood is spilled,
There is gore on the news,
Now they use voices
DNA tests, papers.
 
But there is still no sign
That the fight is over,
The Five O's have gathered their forces
To try to take away the streets from us.
Maybe next year! Im telling you...
 
{Chorus}
 

As hard as you can

Chorus x2
You wanted since you've grown
To show from what you're made of
Had come the moment for you to know ...
How tough ya can be !!
 
Verse 1
Come , go ahead and show that ya can , amaze them all
And hit'em , to see them fainted on the strings
Send them to despair, like some wrek at the scrapyard
Them to understand that they've walked in minefield
You are talented, ya must wear the crown
I know , the 'road' is long like Panamericana
Change the panorama, ya don't have what to lose
Especially when ya have something in which to believe !!
'Impale 'em on sticks', same like Tepes
To flow the D.N.A on the carpet , to get the cash
Someone please go on and shout some stake
'Cause ma boy is decided to make a name
No time for jokes, read the competitor !...
And where pains the most,...hit it with the bat !
Hit with the hammer, take the control
If ya want to assure your future .....go hard !!!!
 
Chorus (X2)
You wanted since you've grown
To show from what you're made of
Had come the moment for you to know ...
How tough ya can be !!
 
Verse2
Ya can fight and lose, or you can LOSE Either way
So , smash them hard , ...Yeah, smash them hard !!
Give them the 'night' of Arad and the concrete' of Bucharest
Yeah, smash them hard, smash them hard !!!
Give the 'perverse of Craiova' seriously like in Moldova style
Let them know , all the sucker* who's in charge
Ya make all you do, to make and to make it dope
You don't step back, not even with a bullet upon ya back !!
From bad poverty , more bad won't be
Ya felt what ya live...you're tears and crazyness
And don't let them!,.. 'cause they want to take from ya
All that's left dear in ya soul ..
Yeah , is really like that , with or without reason
On purpose or not, give it to them only what ya feel
'Cause we're not heavy heads, but we have the tough head
And we're not only thughs, ...we throw it hard !!!
 
Chorus (X2)
You wanted since you've grown
To show from what you're made of
Had come the moment for you to know ...
How tough ya can be !!
 
Verse3
The heart's pumping, blood's boiling
Go on prepare at once a few wreaths
'Cause some will find out that the present is cruel
And that nowadays the pain hurts , ..isn't like on Holywood !
I repeat, the pain must hurt ...
To make you comparable with a nuclear bomb
And all the sleazes to cover up their ears
To hide away their looks , to 'eat their words!!
At Opponets, to give them error'
'Cause never they seen a real devastation
To blind them out
Make them all 'kissing a stretcher
Play with their mind ...
Them to forget their name, who they are and what they want
'Chopp them little by little ...
Make them the finest pit, finest, finest as fuc*!!
 
Chorus (X2)
You wanted since you've grown
To show from what you're made of
Had come the moment for you to know ...
How tough ya can be !!
 

Language of ghetto !

Chorus:
For all who, bugs me
I have a word to say ya : Shut ya mouth!
For all , who don't let me to hope ...
I give y'all them, voices of ghetto with language of ghetto! (X2)
 
Verse 1:
I'm Caddy from Socului , now ya know me well
When you see me on street , arouse ya dogs on me
YOUR CRITICISM to my word ...
Is really nothing , Fuc* ya !!
That's how i've learned on the street !
I swear like Lacatus, i'm a 'fine, fine boy
I've given ya , mine to taste it' , if ya annoy me
I've loaded the cargo with three rymes, from which two are obscene
Ho*, take a look at yourself, ya grow up some feathers on ya back
Ya a big talker', at your shi** no one listens
Them fights and steals raises up our account
It's the job , with them ghetto words ...
I do them , i fu** their mouths, ..ya don't know much
I'm dope , more cool than your faded rhyme
Ya worth is 0 , let the 'poetry', ya suc*!!
Ya still have something to comment!? I fuc* ya right up the as*
And same as Cheloo', 'what the fu* you swear there!?
 
Chorus...
 
Verse 2':
With an ghetto language , i smash ya head
I'm still above ya, and i'll always be !!!
Yaa suc* me , with all ya poetry , on the streets in all the country
the poetry is BUG MAFIA !
Obscene Vocabular,.....fuc* ya mo* !!
In vain ya stare at me , 'cause i don't give a shi* on ya !
I break ya mouth, for all that ya say ...
'Cause ya don't shut up, cause you attack me !
All that i've learned , i've learned on the ghetoo
Fuc***, fuc* , ya won't ever understand ....
'Cause all that matters for me ...
Is to represent my people, in front of those like ya !
So, you 'MR', keep your noose at home
I know that for you we're a 'social problem'
Before i end i tell ya once again EJECT!
With ghetoo language, straight into effect!
 
Chorus...
 
Verse 3:
Straight from the source i 'throw',
The hood boy tells many things, y'all are speaking in vain
In the slang i throw only what's real
I've accumulated hate on y'all , the street is up, you all at the end
Music is 'at metre' and y'all don't have shi* to say
The 'Gerovital medicine , is keeping y'all spirit in suspanse '
' A maximum respect' for any project...
No one can save y'all, when i'm directly executing y'all
The hit promises an easy one , among a thousands words 2 palms
separates
Give your all, make room , between two festivals 'i'm analising
ya mouth'!
2005 is the time ,..y'all launch the testament
Let them ho* to sing , them solists...
No problem , they shout theyr mouths ...
Oh yes ...you producers give them to sing , we give them to suc*
 
Chorus...
 
Verse 4:
Yeah that's right , i don't have even a gram of decency decency ..
I fuc* ya mom , ya father
And i fuc* ya bro'
Listen ,..you big poet' what i have to say on this verse :
With dic* , fuc**, puss***, ...please pay attention :
I'm not uncultured, this is the way i'm living my life
What the fu** you care , to whom face i ejacul***
Ya listen , ya asshol*, ...'I drink and i fight!!
And to you , 'the big Poet' i'm giving my di** to su** it !!
Gyeahhh!! Yo , you old man , i piss on y'all
I swear and make lots of doe, ya never gonna see
that much
I've raised doin' them infractions, stealing, cheating
I've learned how to make them doe, even when in school i was
I've fuc* some starting from where a child i was, 'cause this way
my father educated me...
Ya don't miss none , di** in pus** , done the girl !!
You , ..a wanke*, ya fuc* with me !?
Eat me, i'm more clever than ya !
 

In the past years!

Chorus
We've been everywhere(In the past years)1
We've done all we've wanted (In the past years)
We've remained the same (in the past years)
Still here, never, ever, didn't left
 
Caddy
I know that we deserved much more than what we've had
I know that motherfuckers, had stolen from us, as much as
they could've done it
But i know that the world wants to hear B U G Mafia
That's why i'm here and i'll fuckin' be here...
'Till the last calling out, the last breath'
I'm appearing when the light in the reflectors is gone
Brotha' it resulted in hard years
As much as it's been accumulated, pushes on my shoulders
Yeah, it's good anyway, you don't trouble yourself
All that was, now they're smoke and ash2
Along the 'road', .. there's no way that,
You're not gonna meet with someone/people
That with one hand to give and with the other one to take
from you !!!
This , by no means it hasn't stopped me, on the contrary,
has toughen me up (Because...
The hoes are hoes3 and they will be till' the end!
But above all , no matter what it' is to come
I remain here to sing with B.U.G!!
 
Chorus
We've been everywhere(In the past years)
We've done all we've wanted (In the past years)
We've stayed the same(in the past years)
Still here, never, ever, we didn't left
 
Tataee
Honestly, we've made a colection
Of verses and stories, through a convention
With two guys, we've thinked to be dope, dope
To have ourselves a good life and them big numbers4
We've collected them 'big numbers', i've fuckin' loved them ,
On the clothes that we've allways wear,
On the sailings of tickets, of course and certainly
A big number of fans to shout out at the concert
I was and i'm a collector of groupies, i like all sorts
Only they, are present, when i'm calling them out
My favorite ones yet, are those who remains mad
at the world just like us
From what you can see
In the past years i've lived my dream
Even though i've confronted in repetitive times the abyss!
I've asked from the life more than it gave to me
And i did know, to 'fuc* her in the mouth'5
To make it, give me what i've wished/wanted!!
 
Chorus
We've been everywhere(In the past years)
We've done all we've wanted (In the past years)
We've remained the same (in the past years)
Still here, never, ever, we didn't left
 
We've been everywhere(In the past years)
We've done all we've wanted (In the past years)
We've remained the same (in the past years)
Still here, never, ever, we didn't left
 
Uzzi
I've started from long ago to drink,
To fuc*, to steal, to cheat
'I'm sorry', i'm not regreting nothing
So much time has passed , but i remember well
The time when we were on a corner street and with whom
With whom we've rolled on, with whom we've been drinking
With whom we've smoke, with whom we've fighted
All things that we've done and the places we've been
At the concerts on great money, on the lawsuits few years.
I'm not gonna' ever forget that i've sang for them jail
boys
For them boys who knows better what time means,
it's known...
I'm still here, from the start, unchanged,
And before you say'it again that 'It's over!' listen close:
'If as three dies, (if we die)
We will resurrect, each time you pres PLAY
But till' then, i'll tell you something more :
I'm Uzzi 'Fuc* you very much', B.U.G MAFIA!!!
 
Chorus
We've been everywhere(In the past years)
We've done all we've wanted (In the past years)
We've remained the same (in the past years)
Still here, never, ever, we didn't left
 
We've been everywhere(In the past years)
We've done all we've wanted (In the past years)
We've remained the same (in the past years)
Still here, never, ever, we didn't left
 

• 1. 'We've been everywhere' with the meaning of 'all over the world
• 2. Here they speak metaphoric 'All that was, now they're smoke and ash' which means'all the past problems, now they are smoke and turned to ash
• 3. 'The hoes are hoes' They reffer here to people gossip, and jealous in one word 'Haters'
• 4. them big numbers' Reffering to money
• 5. 'fuc* her (the life) in the mouth' means 'To fight for what you wish/fight the problems etc'

La fel de prost ca tine

Nu ridici mână pentru a mângâia
Deschizi gura doar pentru a ţipa
Laşi urme de durere şi ruşine
Cândva am fost la fel de prost ca tine (x2)
 
8 dimineaţa, v-aţi aşezat la masă
Dar copii tăi se uită în pământ la ei în casă
Sunt speriaţi, liniştea îi apăsătoare
Se aud doar două linguri ce amestecă în pahare
Şi n-au curaj să-şi privească mama
Au văzut deja la baie că-ncerca s-ascundă rana
Că ai venit târziu aseară, mort de beat
Dintr-o dată când mâncai te-ai oprit şi ai turbat
Ai aruncat cu telefonu în perete
Farfuria a zburat pe biciclete
Mijlocul nopţii şi vecinii din prejur
Auzeau doar vocea ta cum scuipa înjurături
Ai urlat la ea că totul a fost prea sarat
Fără să ştii că ăia mici stăteau ascunşi sub pat
Şi se ţineau de mână în timp ce tu în dormitor
O loveai cu palma pe femeia vieţii lor
Ţi-arunci neputinţa pe soţie
Şi îţi amputezi copii încă din copilărie
Boule, le umplii viaţa de ruşine
Prostule, cândva am fost la fel ca tine
 
Nu ridici mână pentru a mângâia
Deschizi gura doar pentru a ţipa
Laşi urme de durere şi ruşine
Cândva am fost la fel de prost ca tine (x2)
 
Ţie îţi place când plouă, dar nu observi că plouă
Acum cu lacrimi peste tine, când îi rupi inima-n două
Când o faci să se simtă de parcă are cu capu
Când faci pe dracu, ţipi la ea ca disperatu
(Fără tine cu tine) tu dai în ea fără rost
Pentru că zice ce simte, o arzi mai mult decât prost
Pentru că vede ce faci şi cum o minţi în draci
Şi cum îţi păsa că vede că eşti la alta-ntre craci
Măcar de ai ştii să vorbeşti (Da' tu ii arati c-o lovesti)
S-arăţi că-ţi pasă de casă, iar fi de ajuns, te gândeşti...
E fără tine demult, pare că s-a obişnuit
Aproape că-şi doreşte, azi, să nu te fii iubit
Şi ai să mori dac-o pierzi, nici măcar nu crezi
Că la anii pe care îi ai eşti prea prost să ştii că pierzi
Sunt mai mic decât tine, da-mi aminteşte de mine
Nu demult să zic eram si eu la fel de prost ca tine
 
Nu ridici mână pentru a mângâia
Deschizi gura doar pentru a ţipa
Laşi urme de durere şi ruşine
Cândva am fost la fel de prost ca tine (x4)