22 - Jala, Buba Corelli

Yeah, Suze u oku, moji ljudi tu su na bloku

Moje rane tu su na tijelu

Moja braća tu su na oku

Moja majka ima želju, samo sina da ne vidi u grobu

Zato ganjam para punu torbu

Dok čekam borbu k’o rob slobodu

Pola grada sanja sreću

Od sranja sreću vidio sam 100 put'

Sve je kocka manju il' veću

đavolji trokut prati u stopu

U sate sitne, kurave radi cvaje

Krvare na sred hitne

Sjećanja vrate gram zgadite

Dok kriješ ožiljke na sebi te

Umalo dao život, a ma jebo te život

Kada sranje je živo

I jebo te havere, gdje su iza mene

Kada me boli, kada nebo je sivo

Slike, covere, slavu, spotove, kurve, nastupe

Kad im je krivo, mrtvi za mene ste s kamenjem

Al' ja ne kažem adio

Moj život nije tvoj

K’o borac kad' ide u boj

Borba, zlo, boj i znoj

Moj čopor beat odvoz’o

Ko stroj na vas navazd’o

Inat, sila, sila smo

Vi k’o spoj lošeg tekstila

Mi k’o Versace i svila smo

Nekada sam sanjao sve ovo

U sobi 2 sa 2 sa olovom u pištolju

Nekada sam sanjao sve novo

U sobi u kojoj sada štekam lovu

U sobi 2 sa 2

Snovi u sobi 2 sa 2

Nek' zovu 122 imam kalibar 22

U sobi 2 sa 2

Snovi u sobi 2 sa 2

Kurve u bloku s' njihovih guzova

Vuk’o sam koku

Vreli su metci u gloku

S' jednom sam nogom u grobu

Štek'o sam robu u torbi u stropu

Moja majka je bila u šoku

Kune i moji za moju slobodu

Dok oni me šutaju pred njom na podu

Previše toga smo prošli

Da bi sad tek tako stali

Ovdje svako svačiju tajnu zna

Jer moj grad je tako mali

K’o djeca smo imali snove

Ali oni su u vodu pali

Sebi lopatom kopali grob

Dok dno nismo dotakli

Nismo ni stali

Bili smo mladi, nismo ni znali

Kako se sudbina s ljudima šali

Neki su duše đavolu dali

Ulicom harali, palili, krali

Bože halali, sve što sam htjeo

Je da kraje provozam novi mercedes

Novi mercedes, kurve na nastupu našem

Se skidaju k’o da je pretres

Sve se vrti u krug

Vraćam se da vam naplatim dug

Moji ljudi stoje iza mene tu

Da leđa mi čuvaju kad pođe po zlu

Mogu jebat pičku koju god hoću

Naduvan cijeli dan sam

Lupam se noću

Kad ne dobijem milom dobit' silom ću

Karam repere k’o kurve što glume finoću

Nekada sam sanjao sve ovo

U sobi 2 sa 2 sa olovom u pištolju

Nekada sam sanjao sve novo

U sobi u kojoj sada štekam lovu

U sobi 2 sa 2

Snovi u sobi 2 sa 2

Nek' zovu 122 imam kalibar 22

U sobi 2 sa 2

Snovi u sobi 2 sa 2

(Snovi u sobi 2 sa 2)

Yeah, Tears in my eye, my people are there on the block

My wounds are there on my body

My brothers are there

My mother has a wish, only not to see her son in the grave

That's why I'm chasing a bag full of money

While I wait for the fight like a slave to freedom

Half the city dreams of happiness

I've seen happiness 100 times since shit '

Everything is a cube smaller or bigger

the devil's triangle follows in his footsteps

In the small hours, the whore makes flowers

Bleeding in the middle of an emergency

Memories return a gram of disgust

As you hide the scars on yourself

He almost gave his life, and fuck your life

When shit is alive

And fuck you havere, where are they behind me

When it hurts, when the sky is gray

Pictures, covers, fame, videos, whores, performances

When they are sorry, you are dead to me with stones

But I'm not saying goodbye

My life is not yours

Like a fighter when he goes into battle

Fight, evil, fight and sweat

My pack beat up

When the machine gets used to you

Stubbornness, strength, strength

You’re like a blend of bad textiles

We are like Versace and silk

I used to dream all this

In room 2 with 2 with lead in the gun

I used to dream of everything new

In the room where I'm hunting now

In room 2 with 2

Dreams in room 2 with 2

Let them call 122 I have a caliber of 22

In room 2 with 2

Dreams in room 2 with 2

Whores in the block from their asses

I pulled the coke

Hot bullets in the glock

I have one foot in the grave

I packed the goods in a bag in the ceiling

My mother was in shock

They swear and mine for my freedom

As they kick me in front of her on the floor

We've been through too much

To stop just like that

Everyone here knows everyone's secret

Because my city is so small

We had dreams as children

But they fell into the water

They dug a grave for themselves with a shovel

Until we hit rock bottom

We didn't even stop

We were young, we didn’t even know it

How fate jokes with people

Some gave their souls to the devil

They ransacked, burned, stole

God bless you, everything I wanted

Is that I'm driving a new Mercedes

New Mercedes, whores on our show

They take off as if it were a search

Everything is spinning in a circle

I'm coming back to collect your debt

My people are standing behind me there

To keep my back when things go wrong

I can fuck any cunt I want

I've been bloated all day

I bang at night

When I don't win, I will win by force

I drive rappers like whores pretending to be fine

I used to dream all this

In room 2 with 2 with lead in the gun

I used to dream of everything new

In the room where I'm hunting now

In room 2 with 2

Dreams in room 2 with 2

Let them call 122 I have a caliber of 22

In room 2 with 2

Dreams in room 2 with 2

(Dreams in Room 2 with 2)