B.U.G. Mafia "Toti Borfasi" lyrics

Toti Borfasi

Toti, borfasiToti borfasiToti, borfasi

Refren : [x2] [Uzzi, Tataee]

Asta este pentru cei care n-au uitat,De fratii care nu demult dintre noi au plecat,E dedicata mamelor care inca plang.Dupa baietii care odata i-au avut si i-au pierdut.

Uzzi :

E o poveste despre bani, putere si respect,Vroia sa stea pe plaja, nu in bloc, nu in jeg,Vroia sa faca bani, in doua vorbe, i-a facut,Chiar daca tot ei l-au omorat.Nu avea nimic, era sarac lipitSi s-a gandit un pic, s-a apucat de dilarit,Pentru ca asta e o metoda de a face lei rapid,Cum cartieru' nu e locu'-n care toti traiesc cinstit.A vandut o vreme iarba, a-nceput sa fumeze,Noapte dupa noapte avea femeile pe mese,Banii continuau sa curga, tovarasi la fel,Smecheri din trecut acum aveau frica de el.Marfa avea non-stop, da' s-a ivit c*****,"Hai ca dau si d-asta, imi iau si casa si masina.Gaborii sa suga p**a, nu o sa ma prinda,Daca nu vand eu, cineva tot o sa vanda."

Acum viteza, bani, viteza, cine stie.Il luase paranoia, credea ca intra-n puscarie.Zice:"E o chestiune belita cu c*****, da,Eu nu trebuie sa trag pentru c-acum e marfa mea,Dau bani pe ea, tre' sa scot bani din ea,Da' cum c***t sa nu ma bag, in p**a mea... "Uite asa a iesit din poza..."A scapat de puscarie?""Da, a murit de supradoza."

Refren:

Asta este pentru cei care n-au uitat,De fratii care nu demult dintre noi au plecat,E dedicata mamelor care inca plang.Dupa baietii care odata i-au avut si i-au pierdut.

Caddy :

Era si el la fel ca toti in cartier,Visa sa faca bani, vroia sa ajunga smecher,Toata ziua nu facea altceva decat sa stea,Nu fura, nu muncea, era mereu cu gasca.Stia ca va veni o zi cand o s-o faca,Daca nu se hotara, ramanea sa bata mingea.Nu avea nici macar o para, da' se gandeaC-o s-o faca el cumva, nestiind ce va urma.Si iata c-a-nceput cand s-a inspiratDintr-un film american cu 2Pac. Yo!Nu e la misto, chiar si-a luat pistol,Ca De Niro in "Casino", se vedea pe viitor.Primu' lucru care i-a venit in cap,Sa intre-n amanet, sa faca jaf armat.Si-a intrat, a luat banii si-a plecat,Dar a tras un foc in aer, era mult prea panicat.Acum garda a venit si totu' s-a sfarsit,Visu' lui de a fi borfas s-a terminat subit.Acum era prea tarziu sa aleaga altceva,Mergea la inchisoare sa isi termine pedeapsa.Refren : [x2] [Uzzi, Tataee]

Asta este pentru cei care n-au uitat,De fratii care nu demult dintre noi au plecat,E dedicata mamelor care inca plang.Dupa baietii care odata i-au avut si i-au pierdut.

Tataee :

"Nu ti-ar place sa te plimbi prin cartierIntr-un A8, editie speciala, tot ce vrei pe el?Sau poate ai vreo preferinta pentru Mercedes,Am un ML-u', un CLK si un Brabus S.""Speriate toate?""Da, frate, stii ca altfel nu se poate,Daca te intereseaza, pentru tine fac si acte.""Iese banu'?""Iese, frate, iese cu gramada,dau doua pe saptamana, as da mai multe de as avea."

Cine ar fi crezut ca un baiat pe careAcum doi ani nu-l vedeai, o s-ajunga asa de tare?Are lumea la picioare pentru ca aduce-n taraMasini lucrate impreuna cu baietii de pe afara.Clienti de tot felu', pentru toti de toate,Smecheri din cartiere care vor masini furate.Cativa gabori s-au ginit si aproape 1-au lucrat,A pus un deputat intr-un Mertan, s-a rezolvat.Dar de vreo luna a disparat si maica-sa plangea,Cand m-am intalnit cu ea, ma intreba de stiu ceva.Nu i-am zis nimicMa gandesc ori l-au dilit,Ori sta linistit pe vreo insula-n Pacific.

Refren : [x2] [Uzzi, Tataee]

All, hustlers

All, hustlersAll hustlersAll, hustlers

Chorus:This is for those who haven't forgottenThe brothers who recently left us,It's going out to the mothers who still weepFor the boys they once had and lost.

Uzzi:It's a story about money, power and respect,He wanted to live on a beach, not in an apartment block, not in filth.He wanted to make dough. In two words: he did.Even if that was just what got him killed.He didn't have a thing, he was filthy poorHe gave it some thought and started dealingIt's a quick way to make money,And the 'hood's not a place where everyone makes an honest living.He sold grass for a while, he started to smoke,Night after night he had women up on tables,Money continued to flow in, as did palsAssholes from the past were now afraid of himHe had a steady supply but then cocaine came along"Let me give this a try too, I might get myself a house and a car. Cops can suck my d***, they won't catch me,If I don't sell it, someone else will"Now, was it the speed, the money, the speed, who knows?But he got paranoid, he started thinking he'd end up in jail.He goes:"This whole cocaine thing is f****d upI can't use it because it's my merchandise nowI pay money for it. I need to make money out of it.But how the crap can keep my a** out of this, for f**k's sake?"And that's how he stepped out of the picture."He managed to stay out of jail?""Yeah, he died of an overdose."

Chorus:This is for those who haven't forgottenThe brothers who recently left us,It's going out to the mothers who still weepFor the boys they once had and lost.

Caddy:He was like everyone else in the 'hoodHe dreamed of making money, he wanted to get slick,All he did was sit on his ass all dayHe didn't steal, he didn't work, he was always hangin' with the gangHe knew the day would come when he would have to do something,If he didn't make up his mind, he'd be left behindHe didn't have a single cent, but thoughtHe'd make it happen somehow, not knowing what would come nextAnd so it finally started when he got inspiredBy an American movie with 2Pac ("yo")I'm not even kidding, he even got a gun,He saw himself as a future De Niro in "Casino"The first idea that popped into his head,Was an armed robbery at a pawn shopSo he went in, took the money, and left.But he fired a shot in the air, he was way too panickedThen cops got there and it all came to an end,His dreams of being a big shot died a sudden deathIt was too late to make a different choice,He was on his way to jail to do his time.

Chorus:This is for those who haven't forgotten,The brothers who recently left us,It's going out to the mothers who still weepFor the boys they once had and lost.

Tataee:"How would you like a ride through the neighborhoodIn an A8, special edition, with all gadgets on it?Or perhaps you'd prefer a Mercedes,I have a ML-u ', a CLK and a Brabus S.""All pinched?""Yeah, brother, you know that's the only wayBut if you're interested, I can get some fake docs for you.""Does that pay?""It's raining dough, bro'I sell two a week, I'd sell more if I had'em."

Who would have thought that a boy thatWas a no one two years ago would make it so big?He has the world at his feet because he importsForeign cars he nicked together with the brothers overseasCustomers of all types, there's one for every kind,Gangstas from the 'hood who want stolen cars.Some cops worked it out and nearly managed to get himHe put a deputy-cop in a Mercedes: problem solved.But about a month ago he disappeared and his mother was crying,When I ran into her on the street, she asked if I knew anythingI didn't tell her nothing, but I thought: they've either done him inOr he's chilling on some island in the Pacific.

Chorus:This is for those who haven't forgottenThe brothers who recently left us,It's going out to the mothers who still weepFor the boys they once had and lost.