King - T.Love

Mwiono o nim King

W miecie wietej Wiey

Pamietam z podstawwki

Jak caowa sie z papieem

Przejeda te sekretarz

Gdy przecinano wstege

Kingy poszed na wagary

Pomarzy o czym innym

By zawsze troche z boku

Na bakier troche by

W szkole nikt nie wiedzia

Czym King naprawde y

To byo troche pniej

Mia przyjacike Ewe

Mieszkali wiec bez lubu

I klepali sodk biede

Dawali czasem czadu

Bo lubili lekkie dragi

Znajomych byo wielu

Wieczory i poranki

Uwaaj na ssiadw swych

Bo lubi dawa cynk

Ty wiesz kto rzdzi w miecie

Tu biskup z komisarzem, King

Tak mwi mu przyjaciel

Dugi, chudy Lolo

Kiedy wyszli na ulice

Zapali spliffa z col

Mam dosy tego miasta

Czerwono-czarnej mafii

Czy mnie rozumiesz Lolo

Czy wiesz co mnie trapi

W mieszkaniu blada Ewa

Wytumaczy pragnie wszystko

Bo komisarz wszed przez okno,

A spod ka wylaz biskup

Co masz w kieszeni, King?

Komisarz spyta w drzwiach

Palicie wci to wistwo

Mielimy wiele skarg

A biskup ypie z boku

To na Kinga, to na Ewe

Wy yjecie tu bezbonie

Mylicie, e nic nie wiem?

Za posiadanie zielska

Dostaniesz dziesie latek

Za nielegalny zwizek z ni

Nastepnych pare kratek

Dzi Kingy siedzi w celi

Wspomina dobre dni

Napisa do papiea

Bardzo dugi list

Witeczn wysa kartke

Do samego prezydenta

Lecz nikt o nim ju nie mwi

Nikt o nim nie pamieta

King was called about him

In the city of the Holy Tower

I remember from the primary school

How to kiss the Pope

The secretary will run over

When the ribbon was cut

Kingy skipped school

He will dream about something else

Always a little to the side

He was a bit wrong

Nobody knew at school

What does King really do

It was a bit later

He had a friend, Ewe

So they lived without love

And they were slapping sweet poverty

Sometimes they rocked

Because they liked light drugs

There were many friends

Evenings and mornings

Watch out for your neighbors

Because he likes the tip

You know who's in charge in the city

This is the bishop with the commissioner, King

That's what his friend tells him

Long, skinny Lolo

When they took to the streets

He will light a spliff with a col

I have dosages of this city

Red and black mafia

Do you understand me Lolo

Do you know what bothers me

Pale Ewa in the apartment

He will explain everything he wants

'Cause the commissioner walked in through the window,

And from underneath the bishop emerged

What's in your pocket, King?

The commissioner will ask at the door

You keep smoking this scandal

We had a lot of complaints

And the bishop is sleeping on the side

It's for King, it's for Ewe

You are going boneless here

Do you think I don't know anything?

For having weeds

You're gonna get ten years old

For an illegal relationship with her

Another few grids

Today Kingy is sitting in a cell

He remembers the good days

He writes to the Pope

A very long letter

Witeczn sent a card

To the president himself

But no one talks about him anymore

Nobody remembers about him