Fumuri Si Hamace
stam si fumam intrun conac, yo
un cerc intrun copac yo
sunt cu jack si cu rak yo
pentru relax am sa te scot din trac yo
nu discuta ce fac yo de ce esti prostanac yo
fac eforturi mari sa te si plac
de ce vii sa imi pui capac, stii ce?
mai da-te in spanac yo
fac ce vreau eu nu doar ce vrei tu
sa stii cati dau un bobarnac doar daca ma deranjezi din hamac
tu nici no sa stii ca ma prefac ma privesti buimac
in timp ce cu vrajala mea pot sa te dezbrac
fetelor le dau numai afrodisiac
pentru ca vreau sa vad cu mult mai mult de un crac
in timp ce la petreceri vreau sa ma imbib in coniac
sa cante 50 cent, Eminem si pac yo
zimi doar bon jour sau bon soir
acum dispar dar am sa revin pe refren cu jack si cu rak
toate fetele danseaza cu noi
daca ai ramas fara versuri
baga o proba de mic
toti oamenii mei sa cante cu noi
daca ai ramas fara voce
baga o proba de vin din butoi
venit pe ecran dansez la tine in timpan
castig o suma de bani strang orice mana de fani
precum un bun cetatean culeg boschetii din lan
si numi doresc un mertan fara piscina si han
doresc oricarui golan sa aiba acelasi bulan
ca un baiat adrian, macar o data pe an
ia de gratar un ciortan si un curcan de copan
pune spritane in pahare si fine tu capitan
fac trafic cu martini spre rinichi cu toti rechinii
ne urmaresc sirene in mini sutien si bichini
plonjam la fundul piscinei ca delfinii
cand vecinii isi clatesc ochiul prin binoclu din fundu gradinii
fleasca in gasca ne asezam in preajma, toti cu cate o ceasca
mai tragem o dusca, fiert vinul gusta-l
tot in cap tempusca
pe o strada scurta ma duc sa ma plimb
oamenii mei au flow, deci oamenii mei fac show
insa orice tipa tipa cand la microfon sunt eu
sus in pod din nou yo va ofer acest cadou
100 de gin si un vin de moare Romeo
zale numero uno la tine in ghetto
cand albumul il vezi la orice mare boss in birou
ca un bibelou priponit in torpedou
dai la maxim, toti pietonii raman tablou
ardem orice Jiji din Bucuresti in Fiji privind in fata sa ramanem in viata ca Bee Gees
la ai mei le crapa blugii pe ei
le dam vertigii ca n-avem glume cu micii
derulam delicii, ne plimbam agale
in timp ce ne receptionezi pe 3 sau 5 canale
adormit in vale sari din pijamale
cand in geam iti bate beatu` din hitu lu zale
Smoke and Hammocks
We chill and smoke in a mansion, yo
A circle in a tree, yo
I'm with Jack and Rak, yo
For relaxation, I'll get you out of your rut, yo
Don't question what I do, why you act like a fool, yo
I make big efforts to please you
Why do you come to mess things up, you know?
Just go spinach, yo
I do what I want, not just what you want
You'll see how many will give up if you bother me from the hammock
You won't even know I'm pretending, you look bewildered
While with my charm I can undress you
I only give girls aphrodisiac
Because I want to see much more than just a leg
While at parties I want to indulge in cognac
Let 50 Cent, Eminem, and Pac sing, yo
Just say bonjour or bonsoir
Now I disappear but I'll be back on the chorus with Jack and Rak
All the girls dance with us
If you ran out of lyrics
Drop a freestyle rap
All my people sing with us
If you lost your voice
Chug a glass of wine from the barrel
Appearing on the screen, I dance in your eardrum
I earn a sum of money, I gather every fan's hand
Like a good citizen, I pick berries from the bushes
And I don't want a crappy car without a pool and inn
I wish every thug to have the same luck
Like a boy named Adrian, at least once a year
Grill some ribs and a turkey leg
Pour some spirits in glasses and cheers, you captain
I traffic with martini towards kidneys with all the sharks
Sirens in mini bras and bikinis follow us
We dive to the bottom of the pool like dolphins
When neighbors rinse their eyes with binoculars from the backyard
We chill in the gang, all with a cup
We take another shot, taste the mulled wine
Still tipsy
On a short street, I go for a walk
My people have flow, so my people put on a show
But every girl screams when I'm on the mic
Up in the attic again, yo, I offer you this gift
100 gins and a wine to die for, Romeo
Number one chains in your ghetto
When you see the album at any big boss's office
Like a trinket stuck in the glove compartment
Turn it up, all pedestrians are left in awe
We burn any Jiji from Bucharest in Fiji looking ahead to stay alive like Bee Gees
My folks split their jeans
We give them vertigo because we don't joke around
We unwind delights, we stroll slowly
While you tune us in on 3 or 5 channels
Asleep in the valley, jump out of your pajamas
When the beat from Zale's hit knocks on your window