Fumuri si hamace - Zale, Funky

stam si fumam intr-un conac, yo

un cerc intr-un copac (?), yo

sunt cu jack si cu rak, yo

pentru relax am sa te scot din trac, yo

nu discuta ce fac yo, de ce esti prostanac, yo

fac eforturi mari sa te si plac,

de ce vii sa imi pui capac, stii ce?

mai da-te in spanac, yo

yo, yo, fac ce vreau eu nu doar ce vrei tu

sa stii ca-ti dau un bobarnac doar daca ma deranjezi din hamac

tu nici n-o sa stii ca ma prefac ma privesti buimac

in timp ce cu vrajala mea pot sa te dezbrac

fetelor le dau numai afrodisiac

pentru ca vreau sa vad cu mult mai mult de un crac

in timp ce la petreceri vreau sa ma imbib in coniac

sa cante 50cent, Eminem si 2pac, yo

zi-mi doar bon jour sau bon soir

acum dispar dar am sa revin pe refren cu jack si cu rak

toate fetele danseaza cu noi

daca ai ramas fara versuri

baga o proba de mic, 1, 2

toti oamenii mei sa cante cu noi

daca ai ramas fara voce

baga o proba de vin din butoi

venit pe ecran dansez la tine in timpan

castig o suma de bani strang orice mana de fani

precum un bun cetatean culeg boschetii din lan

si nu-mi doresc un mertan fara piscina si han

doresc oricarui golan sa aiba acelasi bulan

ca un baiat adrian, macar o data pe an

ia de gratar un ciortan si un curcan de copan

pune spritane in pahare si fi-ne tu capitan

fac trafic cu martini spre rinichi cu toti rechinii

ne urmaresc sirene in mini sutien si bichini

plonjam la fundul piscinei ca delfinii

cand vecinii isi clatesc ochiul prin binoclu din fundu' gradinii

fleasca in gasca ne asezam in preajma, toti cu cate o ceasca

mai tragem o dusca, fiert vinul gusta-l, tot in cap te-mpusca

pe o strada scurta ma duc sa ma plimb

oamenii mei au flow, deci oamenii mei fac show

insa orice tipa tipa cand la microfon sunt eu

sus in pod din nou yo va ofer acest cadou

100 de gin si un vin de moare Romeo

zale numero uno la tine in ghetto

cand albumul il vezi la orice mare boss in birou

ca un bibelou priponit in torpedou

dai la maxim, toti pietonii raman tablou

ardem orice Jiji din Bucuresti in Fiji privind in fata

sa ramanem in viata ca Bee Gees

(?) la ai mei le crapa blugii pe ei

le dam vertigii ca n-avem glume cu micii

derulam delicii, ne plimbam agale

in timp ce ne receptionezi pe 3 sau 5 canale

adormit in vale sari din pijamale

cand in geam iti bate beatu' din hitu' lu' zale

we sit and smoke in a mansion, yo

a circle in a tree (?), yo

I'm with jack and rak, yo

for relaxation I will get you out of trouble, yo

don't discuss what yo do, why you're stupid, yo

I work hard to please you,

why are you coming to put a lid on me, you know what?

give yourself more spinach, yo

yo, yo, I do what I want, not just what you want

to know that I'll only give you a bang if you bother me with a hammock

You won't even know I'm pretending you're looking at me in a daze

while with my spell I can undress you

I only give girls an aphrodisiac

because I want to see much more than a trouser leg

while at parties I want to soak in brandy

sa cante 50cent, Eminem si 2pac, yo

just tell me good morning or good evening

now I'm disappearing but I'll be back on the chorus with jack and rak

all the girls are dancing with us

if you ran out of lyrics

put a small sample, 1, 2

let all my men sing with us

if you lost your voice

put a sample of wine in the barrel

came to the screen dancing to you in the eardrum

I earn a sum of money I raise any handful of fans

like a good citizen I gather the bushes from the field

and I don't want a meringue without a pool and an inn

I want everyone to have the same bullshit

like a boy Adrian, at least once a year

grill a bat and a turkey

put sprites in glasses and be our captain

I trade martinis to the kidneys with all the sharks

mermaids in mini bras and bikinis are watching us

we dive to the bottom of the pool like dolphins

when the neighbors rinse their eyes with binoculars from the back of the garden

flea in the gang we sit around, all with a cup

we take another shower, boil the wine and taste it, it still shoots you in the head

on a short street I go for a walk

My people have a flow, so my people do a show

but any girl screams when I'm at the microphone

up in the attic again yo give you this gift

100 gin and a Romeo mill wine

zale number one keeps you in the ghetto

when you see the album at any big boss in the office

like a trinket stuck in a glove compartment

make the most of it, all pedestrians remain in the picture

we burn any Jiji from Bucharest to Fiji looking ahead

to stay alive as Bee Gees

(?) my family's jeans are cracking

we make them dizzy because we don't have jokes with the little ones

we were delighted, we walked leisurely

while receiving us on 3 or 5 channels

asleep in the valley jump out of his pajamas

when in the window he beats you drunk from the hitu 'lu' zale