Lyrics Translation: [Cheenah:] Sniffing coke all day 8 in the morning, we tell him to fuck off again I wake up - can't fall back asleep, question: will I hold your packets in my lungs? Blood settles in my healthy breakfast The ninth year he's been breathing so much The ninth year is someone's first (but believe me, you're stuck for a long time) Half the city, clearly not born in peasant shirts, each step away from trouble to a term Those 14 kilos of cargo, today, no matter how much we don't want to, won't add flavor to the daily ration The new plant promises no hope, but don't doubt it, we won't leave the district (understood?) Cover up a provincial tweet? A big contribution to the future of the country (fuck, a piece of news) Well, in the end, the packs will be rolled away Leaving us with a large part of the income Baur aims at the chest While we're at it, a PR and reinforcement in the trunk Beats, winches, and debris The arsenal is not scarce, but what's the point of extremes Everyone dreams of losing in the monotonous gray weekdays Everyone with your bitch, with the equipment Everything with her, to make our leisure time enjoyable this evening This missed call can lead to something we're capable of, or it can bring trouble to our street [Six O & Cheenah:] - Hello, where are you? - We're around the city, heading towards the district - What's going on there, any action? - Wait, a couple of calls, we'll definitely solve the situation - We're moving from point A to point B - Don't forget to bring the package - Yeah, I already know. Damn, is JB shooting there? - Yeah, JB is shooting there - Alright, my man, we're waiting [Six O:] You can grab it, you can multiply it You can even get stuck, just call from your mobile phone Before the battery dies We fucked someone's bitch, just call from your mobile phone I don't know where you are, and fuck your number But they'll find you if I just make a call from my mobile phone Just call from your mobile phone (just call from your mobile phone) Just call from your mobile phone These dudes in the district, like in a TV series I need a new script for a new day You should keep moving forward March through the world, but it's all the same shit Peps in the neighborhood, cops on the road, want control.. Holding the fate of your streets, but they're in the mud Like those lines on your palm Angels dialing on the ringtone, like a countdown to C4 Brother bought all their bullshit, brother bought all their bullshit Just by making a call from my mobile phone (Hello, hello) My brother on the line - be faithful, be there, fuck the passengers Hello, hello, Polo-Palo, hello, hello, hello, hello I look at my brothers - they evoke pride But enemies don't evoke any of my feelings Because, no matter how you twist it, with a snap of the fingers They manage to retreat as soon as they hear that crunch (Hello, hello) now you're asking your bitch to call a baboon - shame (Shame) like putting garbage on speed dial [Six O & Cheenah:] - Hello, where are you? - We're around the city, heading towards the district - What's going on there, any action? - Wait, a couple of calls, we'll definitely solve the situation - We're moving from point A to point B - Don't forget to bring the bag - Yeah, I already know. Damn, is JB shooting there? - Yeah, JB is shooting there - Alright, my man, we're waiting [Six O:] You can grab it, you can multiply it, you can even get stuck, just call from your mobile phone Before the battery dies, we fucked someone's bitch, just call from your mobile phone I don't know where you are, and fuck your number, but they'll find you if I just call from my mobile phone Just call from your mobile phone (just call from your mobile phone), just call from your mobile phone
