Fumuri Si Hamace

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