Gengsta - Ajs Nigrutin

Dule, pridrži mi pištolj

Dule, pridrži mi pištolj

Dule, pridrži mi pištolj

Samo da uzmem i otvorim šampanjac

Proveri samo da nije otkočen

Kol’ko se sećam bio je zakočen

Možda ima još par metaka unutra

Daj šampanjac, 'de je vutra

Vrati mi pištolj, Dule, bramadule

Da ispucam u kolena sve jebene kurve

Moram tako, zaslužile su kaznu

A posle ću da ubijem i gazdu

Gengsta, gengsta, gengsta, gengsta, gengsta

Imamo šampanjac i metaka kesa

Zato sad pred nama svaka devojka meša

Da ne bi išla kući u obliku leša

Kad uzmem pištolj i ja ubijem konobara dvaa

Lalalalala

Kad uzmem pištolj i ja ubijem konobara dvaa

Lalalalala

I svi u separeu, gengsta, gengsta

Svi pored separea, gengsta, gengsta

Svi u separeu, gengsta, gengsta

Svi pored separea, gengsta, gengsta

Daj mi tvoj pištolj, Duuule, bramadule

Jer sam svoj ispraznio na neke pandure

Samo da proverim da nije zakočen

Ja više gotivim kad je pištolj otkočen

Ako neki ortak krene da se breca

Imam da ga rokenem iz devetke na keca

Onda će keva na groblju da mu jeca

A ja ću da potrošim samo jedan metak

U separeu sedim, dok šabani se znoje

Smrde na one što sad prodaju heroen

Ustvari, nisam ja nego Dule, bramadule

Preko njega sam se oprao od gudre

Evo ti pištolj, Dule, bramadule

Da ne bi morao da pobijem sve ljude

Dude, hold the gun for me

Dude, hold the gun for me

Dude, hold the gun for me

Just to take and open the champagne

Just make sure it's not unfastened

As far as I remember, it was locked

There might be a few more bullets in there

Gimme the champagne, where's the fire?

Give me back the gun, Dull, brat

To shoot all the fucking whores in the knees

I have to, they deserved the punishment

And then I will kill the boss

Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta

We have champagne and bullet bags

That's why now in front of us every girl stirs

So that she would not go home in the form of a corpse

When I take the gun and I kill two waiters

Lalalalala

When I take the gun and I kill two waiters

Lalalalala

And everyone in the booth, gangsta, gangsta

Everyone by the booth, gangsta, gangsta

Everyone in the booth, gangsta, gangsta

Everyone by the booth, gangsta, gangsta

Give me your gun, Duuul, you brat

Because I emptied mine on some cops

Just to make sure it's not locked

I cook more when the gun is off

If a friend starts to fight

I have to rock him from the nine to the ace

Then the keva in the cemetery will sob for him

And I'm only going to use one bullet

I'm sitting in the booth, while the people are sweating

They smell like those who sell heroin now

Actually, it's not me, it's Dule, bradamule

Through it I washed myself from the gudra

Here's your gun, Dull, you brat

That I wouldn't have to kill all the people