Rick Rojs - High5, Bore Balboa

Ola compadre, alo comrade

Rade ne na kompu, komp nije ni upaljen

Snajper:

Blau blau ravno u glau

Ovdje je pakao svinje nose blau

Sine nosi se ako smetaš pomalo

Kmice nose te ako si preveć srao

Ako nisi znao nisi se ni trudio

Prati dim i naći ćeš naš studio

Nazi ugovara poslove sa sudijom

Da me ne tlači kaj sam ti presudio

Lijepe žene gole mi broje

Pare i drogu još me i vole

Parice volim über alles

Drukaj me padaš ko hrvoje maleš

Drukaj me papaš blato i mrak

Plati mi reket, sunce i zrak

Plati mi sve, živit ćeš možda

Diži tu ruku meni na pozdrav

Rade Ulica:

Taj Ulica Rade unakazi beat

I nalazi ne lažu fakat si weak

Izuvam cipele pitaš za feat

Nisam popušio ne diraj čik, nigga

Ne diraj pljugu, nigga

Nisi u krugu, nigga

Ne diraj mi Žugu, nigga

Dobiješ metak u vuglu ko letak na uglu, nigga

Vadimo grass iz caritas jakne

Svi moji likovi sanjaju nike

Majkove tretiram ko radodajke

Ubio vers oplakuju majke

Mado ti valjaju bajke da trake ti valjaju

Meni zahvaljuju

Znaju da visoki kraljuju

Hladni:

Ola compadre, hello comrade

They do not work on the computer, the computer is not even turned on

Sniper:

Blau blau straight into glau

This is hell pigs wear blau

Son wear it if you bother a bit

Kids carry you if you're too shitty

If you didn't know, you didn't even try

Follow the smoke and you will find our studio

Nazi makes deals with the judge

Don't be oppressed by what I have judged you for

Beautiful women are naked to me

Money and drugs still love me

I love pairs über alles

You're crushing me like a little brat

I'm covered in mud and darkness

Pay me the racket, the sun and the air

Pay me everything, maybe you'll live

Raise that hand to me in greeting

Rade Ulica:

That Ulica Rade disfigures the beat

And the findings don't lie, but you are weak

I take off my shoes you ask for feat

I didn't smoke don't touch the chick, nigga

Don't touch the plow, nigga

You ain't in the circle, nigga

Don't touch my Zuga, nigga

You get a bullet in the corner like a flier on the corner, nigga

Let's take the grass out of the caritas jacket

All my characters dream of Nike

I treat mothers as benefactors

Killed verse mourning mothers

Fairy tales are good for you, but ribbons are good for you

They thank me

They know they reign high

Cold: