B.U.G. Mafia "Poezie de strada" lyrics

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Poezie de strada

strofa 1:fratii, smenarii, pestii, hotii, drogatii, tarfele, gaborii, toti stiu,cortina n-o sa cada nici daca-mi fac astia sicriu,pentru ca atunci o sa fiu viu prin tine stiu,sa pun strada pe CD, a fi sau a nu fiin cartier poezia e viata, versurile sunt banii,zilele trec, trec anii, din ce in ce mai repede,viitor nelimitat poti sa mori nimeni sa afle,e asa cum a fost si cum va fi intotdeauna pentru totdeauna, pe strada conteaza suma,si tot ce tine de respect, nu dai nu ai,nu mai vrea nimeni sa munceasca acum pe 50 de parai,nivelul de trai (nivelul de trai), tre sa ti-l furi (tre sa ti-l furi),daca esti destept poate o sa fi liber sa te bucuri,iti dedic ce fac daca atarni de-u fir de ata,si stai drept parte-n parte poezie de viata,

ref:pot sa beau sa ma trezesc si sa ma-mbat din nou,dar un lucru n-am sa uit vreodata banii pe show,pot sa dau non stop si dau din suflet pentru tine,poezie de strada despre cei ca mine,

pot sa fumez sa ma trezesc si sa fumez din nou,dar un lucru n-am sa uit vreodata banii pe show,pot sa dau non stop si dau din suflet pentru tine,poezie de strada despre cei ca mine,

strofa 2:se spune nici un viitor pentru golanii de pe strada,nimic pentru ei, nimic las' sa cada,nici Banica nu a vrut sa se duca la puscarie,dar nu e mereu asa cum ai vrea sa fie,mai ales daca tu nu faci nimic pentru tine,mai ales daca-ti faci mai mult rau decat bine,ne doare fix in p*** despre lege, dar STOPlegea din cartier nu lasa nimic de loc

am ales sa fac asta fiindca altceva n-a fost,si vreau sa fac bani din asta fiindca altfel n-are rost,fara pop, fara rock, fara r&b,fara gabori deghizati si tarfe cu pretentii,am multe de f***** si multe de facut,asa ca despre prosti n-am sa vorbesc doar ii f**,baietii mei sunt tot, reprezint pantelimon,dedic pentru toata romania

am ales sa fac asta, altceva n-a fost,si vreau sa fac bani din asta, altfel n-are rost,am ales sa fac asta, altceva n-a fost,si vreau sa fac bani, altfel n-are rost

ref:pot sa beau sa ma trezesc si sa ma-mbat din nou,dar un lucru n-am sa uit vreodata banii pe show,pot sa dau non stop si dau din suflet pentru tine,poezie de strada despre cei ca mine,

pot sa fumez sa ma trezesc si sa fumez din nou,dar un lucru n-am sa uit vreodata banii pe show,pot sa dau non stop si dau din suflet pentru tine,poezie de strada despre cei ca mine,

strofa 3:nu am pactul cu diavolul dar nici cu dumnezeu,poti sa-mi spui pe fata vagabond, derbedeu,poti sa-mi spui cum vrei ca nu imi pasa,cei pe care ii iubesc ma asteapta acasa,daca-i vorba despre rasa zic ca sunt latin,inc-odata pentru vagabontii care ma susutin,sirenele se aud in cartier,vine garda sa ne bage dupa gratiile de fier,nu am decat iubire fata mea diana,pentru Chifler si Luana, pentru Uzzy si Liana,tataee m-a-nvatat sa pun primul vers pe foaie,intotdeauna pentru totdeauna in familie,se stie cu Greu' pe felie suntem iara,plecati pe undeva, pe la vreun concert in tara,e seara, afara tarfele sunt iar pe stradasi ele fac parte din treaba asta murdara,baietii din cartier sunt tentati sa faca multe,noroc ca-i cineva acolo sus sa-i asculte,mai ridic un pahar si inchin pentru cartier,cu baietii mei aici la un alt nivel

ref:pot sa beau sa ma trezesc si sa ma-mbat din nou,dar un lucru n-am sa uit vreodata banii pe show,pot sa dau non stop si dau din suflet pentru tine,poezie de strada despre cei ca mine,

pot sa fumez sa ma trezesc si sa fumez din nou,dar un lucru n-am sa uit vreodata banii pe show,pot sa dau non stop si dau din suflet pentru tine,poezie de strada despre cei ca mine,

am ales sa fac asta, altceva n-a fost,si vreau sa fac bani din asta, altfel n-are rost,am ales sa fac asta, altceva n-a fost,si vreau sa fac bani, altfel n-are rostam ales sa fac asta, altceva n-a fost,si vreau sa fac bani din asta, altfel n-are rost,am ales sa fac asta, altceva n-a fost,si vreau sa fac bani, altfel n-are rost

Street poem

Verse 1:Brothers, hustlers, pimps, thieves, junkies, whores, cops, everyone knowsThe curtain won't fall even if these guys put me in a coffinbecause then I will be living through youI know how to put the street on a CD, to be or not to bein the 'hood life is poetry, lyrics are money,Days go by, years do to, faster and fasterAn unlimited future - you can die without anyone noticingIt's how it's always been and how it'll be forever and always: The amount is what matters on the streetAnd as for respect: if you don't pay it, you don't get itNo one wants to work for 50 bucks these days,You want a "standard of living", you've gotta steal itAnd if you're smart maybe you'll actually be free to enjoy itThis goes out to you if you're hanging on by a thread,and still manage to keep your head up: a poem about life

Chorus:I can get drunk, wake up and get drunk againBut there's one thing I'll never forget: getting paid for the showI can give and keep giving non-stop and pour out my soul to you,This is a street poem about people like me

I can smoke, wake up and smoke againBut there's one thing I'll never forget: getting paid for the showI can give and keep giving non-stop and pour out my soul to you,A street poem about people like me

verse 2:They say there's no future for the punks on the street,There'll be nothing for them, nothing, f*** itBanica didn't want to go to jail either,But things aren't always how you want them to be,Especially if you do nothing to help yourself,Especially if you're doing more harm than good,We could give a s*** about the law, but STOPThe law in the hood is not to leave anything standing

I chose to do this because there was nothing else to doAnd I want to make money out of it because otherwise there's no point to it,Without pop, without rock, without r&b,Without undercover cops and demanding hookers,I have a lot to f*** and a lot to do,So I won't waste my time talking about losers, I'll just f*** them upMy bros are everything, I represent Pantelimon,This goes out to all of Romania

I chose to do this, there was nothing else to doAnd I want to make money out of it, otherwise there's no point to it

I can smoke, wake up and smoke againBut there's one thing I'll never forget: getting paid for the showI can give and keep giving and pour out my soul to you,A street poem about people like me

verse 3:I don't have pact with the devil, but not with God either,You can call me a bum, a hustler or a trampYou can call me whatever you please, I don't care,Everyone I love is waiting for me at homeIf they ask me about race I say I'm LatinOnce more for all the homies who've been there for meThe sirens are sounding again in the neighborhood ("Five-o!")The po-pos are here to put us behind iron bars,Nothing but love for my daughter Diana,for Chifler and Luana, for Uzzy and Liana,Tatae taught me to put my first verses on a piece of paperAlways and forever family,People know with Greu' we're out hustling again,Out somewhere, doing some gigs around the country,It's nighttime, bitches are back on the street againThey're are part of this dirty job too,The homies are tempted to do a lot of things,Lucky that there's someone up there to listen to them,I'll raise another glass and make a toast to the 'hood,Up here with my boys on another level

Chorus:I can get drunk, wake up and get drunk againBut there's one thing I'll never forget: getting paid for the showI can give non-stop and pour out my soul to you,This is a street poem about people like me

I can smoke, wake up and smoke againBut there's one thing I'll never forget: getting paid for the showI can give non-stop and pour out my soul to you,A street poem about people like me

I chose to do this, there was nothing else to doAnd I want to make money out of it, otherwise there's no point to itI chose to do this, there was nothing else to doAnd I want to make money out of it, otherwise there's no point to itI chose to do this, there was nothing else to doAnd I want to make money out of it, otherwise there's no point to it

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