Aj, aj (pa se kroz grad zajebaj)

When my bro enters the bar
adorned with chains
CZ for his dog
and high as a kite
he wants to have it all, furious cars, a flat
millions of marks and his own crime gang
a few years back, maybe two or three
we were the boys on the street
now I'm doing rap, new LP
and he's deep into it
like all his buddies
and he knows nothing else but to drop
overdose maximum and dollars in a bundle
I don't like that
I ran away from it
I'm not interested
in that snorting and that drug
he has his own world, some negative trip
and I dream, women, a regular jeep
he says long live drugs
and I lived on burek
his maniacal brain drank crack

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Ouch, fool around through the city
Ouch, fool around through the city
Ouch, ouch, fool around through the city

And I'm the kind of guy
who likes a good day
I've had a peaceful dream my whole life
now you're listening to my pirate cassette
and you think I live in this ghetto
but I'm a living being who wakes up calmly
not afraid of people, more sinister things
and I'm always the same, in the sky and on the runway
and I'll be like that until old age takes me
that's why they respect me because I'm clean and nice
and everyone curses you because you're a son of a b****
everyone knows you're just a regular punk
driving kids through the city
in a rent a car Volvo
punk, you'll never become a boss
you shoot and pretend you're John Wayne
a sin for a man, not for a scumbag
even talking to you
would be a shame for me

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Now you're causing trouble, fighting around the city
getting beaten up on the street
you think you're smart
but you're dumb as a rock
your idol is Al Capone
you'll end up like 2 Pac
think a little, get your mind going
I'll have chicks, champagne, and you'll get a hit
even though I don't know
who your street God is
who's ready to deal
and who's a coward
I know that's also a job
so give it your all
keep others in check and don't bark too much
because in that game, you're all just pawns
losers come out of it, not champions
like when you have a match and suddenly boom
you fall and lose all concentration
90% business, 10% show
there's no love, bro, that's your ghetto

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