Ulice - Letu Stuke

Uvijek je bilo isto

Zakone je reala

Sirova koža, meso

Zlatom sve do para

I trči, radi, trpi

Hrani se i množi

Otimaj, kradi, varaj

Pred očima božijim

Vazda su želje iste

Život ideala

Ugodi tijelu pa ga bodi

Sto igala

I nije važnio je li droga ili joga

Samo je bitno čemu dođeš putem toga

Ja se baš ne razumijem

Ja malo šta umijem

Moje su ulice u zlatnom ramu

Ja se baš i ne poznajem

Samo prepoznajem kada svjetlo

Promoli kroz tamu

(monotono monotono)

Seks je u glavi

Svi ga slave kao totem

Nisam muškarac ako s bojnog polja odem

I popij oči

Krvi loči, al' se bori

Za tuđi račun i nejasan teritorij

Nije sve tužno

Imamo i zabavljače

Novu elitu

Nove talente pjevače

Rastu ko gljive

Euforičan je prizor

Plovim kroz dimove i ne palim televizor

Ja se baš ne razumijem

Ja malo šta umijem

Moje su ulice u zlatnom ramu

Ja se baš i ne poznajem

Samo prepoznajem kada svjetlo

Promoli kroz tamu

Sinovac, sve što treba ti je novac

(puši kurac)

Sinovac, uči li te tako otac?

(puši kurac)

Oca mi ne diraj

It was always the same

She realized the laws

Raw leather, meat

Gold all the way to money

And run, work, suffer

It feeds and multiplies

Kidnap, steal, cheat

Before the eyes of God

The desires are always the same

A life of ideals

Please the body and stab it

One hundred needles

And it didn’t matter if it was drugs or yoga

It just matters what you come up with along the way

I don't really understand each other

I can do little

My streets are in a golden frame

I don't really know each other

I just recognize when the light

Pierce through the darkness

(monotonous monotonous)

Sex is in the head

Everyone celebrates him as a totem

I'm not a man if I leave the battlefield

And drink your eyes

He bleeds, but he fights

For someone else's account and unclear territory

Not everything is sad

We also have entertainers

A new elite

New talent singers

They grow like mushrooms

It is a euphoric sight

I sail through the smoke and don't turn on the TV

I don't really understand each other

I can do little

My streets are in a golden frame

I don't really know each other

I just recognize when the light

Pierce through the darkness

Son, all you need is money

(smokes dick)

Sons, does your father teach you that?

(smokes dick)

Don't touch my father