Ides Za Kanadu

Going to Canada
Gray Audi rolls through the town
I’m enjoying my work on the lowdown
Tape over my eyes, pull down my cap
You know, Dad, I’m with the fame-hungry trap
Give me cash for my brother or we’ll blow you up
To European noses
The goods come through Kosovo
I got a mall, I got twenty villas
Apartments, shops, hotels, I’m living that thriller
I got dealers in my pocket, in every party
Cruising the city in a van, like real cops, hearty
If you got nice wheels, hand them over! I’m taking the wheel
Want your own ride? Sure, come on, bring the deal
Blood spills every day, the state shakes from the clan
The Prime Minister’s gone down, but the bank’s got our plan

Why can’t I be a little bird flying far away
To see if someone’s waiting for me out there today!
Sell the horse, Mom, of the coachman
And pull out your son, the convict man
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Going to Canada

Going to Canada
In South America, I’m chilling in the shade
In Paris, I’m spending foreign trade
When you got cash, they don’t ask for a visa
If you’re not close, the clan’s soldiers will seize ya
Meat grinder, that’s a nasty invention
Half a ton of cocaine, Buenos Aires, no tension
Balkan warrior, Paraguay, four down with five kilos
Ten thousand soldiers, kidnappings, and murders, it flows
Extortion, hits, every racket’s gotta pay
We’re in cahoots with politics, the politician’s on display
No one’s causing us trouble, I solve all those perversions with a pic
I got a base, like a vase, it’s all glass, slick
While we’re funding your campaigns, we’re the ones with the sickle

Why can’t I be a little bird flying far away
To see if someone’s waiting for me out there today!
Sell the horse, Mom, of the coachman
And pull out your son, the convict man
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Going to Canada