Gangsterski maniri - Skiz

U interesu nije im da gandžu legalizuju

Svaki dan na njoj nulu na cifru nanizuju

Kao mali bacao kamena s ramena

Iz čista mira sad po klubu razbacio barmena

Sintradol i tramadol za trodon su zamena

Leti se fura garderoba lanena

Posle kombine zna se ko pokupi mas

Znaj kad ekipa se sakupi ko izvadi čast

Naše felne sijaju motori zavijaju

Za tri sekunde do sto kilometara razvijaju

Prangijaju rođe na sve sumnjivo što prođe

Koga navataju živog bude i oplođen

Ne d’o bog kroz mošinu da prođeš namrgođen

U najgorem slučaju letećeš sa lođe

It is not in their interest to legalize ganja

Every day, they string zero on the number

As a child he threw a stone from his shoulder

Out of pure peace, he now threw the bartender around the club

Sintradol and tramadol for trodone are substitutes

In the summer, a linen wardrobe is all the rage

After the combine, you know who will pick up the weight

Know when the team gathers who takes the honor

Our rims shine, engines roar

They develop up to a hundred kilometers in three seconds

Relatives snap at anything suspicious that passes by

Whoever is visited is alive and fertilized

For God's sake, you don't go through the moshin with a frown

In the worst case, you will fly from the loggia