| Chorus:
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| Hey, it's a new game of hide and seek
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| When guys in masks run out of Sberbank.
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| And somewhere a policeman named Vyatkin
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| Dreams of becoming a multi-policeman.
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| Verse: Caspian Cargo
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| Our field is a scam.
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| We are always near.
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| This is a gangsta agency.
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| And I'm an advertising director here.
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| Our area is home delivery of problems.
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| OAO IvanKolletor, revine selector.
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| And the driver is waiting for the guys a couple of blocks from the bank.
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| Well, what else, here the whole street in the center is fucked up!
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| There are no places on the other side, and parking is generally prohibited there.
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| The guys in masks run for a long time to the wheelbarrow, scolding Sobyanin.
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| And I haven’t worn warm clothes since childhood, I’m from the South.
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| We wore there without permission to wear
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| I don't remember my friends betraying each other.
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| Even if they no longer had friendly, but market relations.
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| We need more than a living wage.
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| We need a wealthy maximum.
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| You can make a fucking movie about our life
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| At New Line Cinema, but the end will be so-so.
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| Meanwhile, the guys in masks bent the bank.
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| The guys took possession of the tax-free amount.
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| The guys jump into the car like a tank.
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| And don't give a fuck that they have a Renault Logan.
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| Pasha Technician:
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| - And don't give a fuck that we have Renault Logan, brother.
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| Everything is decided by a lateral or gentle straight line.
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| Zero emotions on the face.
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| Guys don't make faces.
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| If the lamp is in the eblo, then we are not us.
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| If you choose how to live again, then copy-paste.
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| A snitch behind his back, as if under Pugachev's plywood.
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| Not professionally, Vasya, but it seems that the show was successful.
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| You talk about a beautiful life.
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| Where did you read it, huh?
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| The guys here are dropped along the contour into patterns of white stripes.
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| But I still managed to catch luck by the mane.
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| desired Nadia on Monday last week.
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| They say that those who were sitting a mile away were fucked up to holes.
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| And my desire coincided with the opportunity.
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| Just like Monday
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| And I'm in bed watching TV
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| How law enforcement are fighting evil with all their might.
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| I remember when I had not yet graduated from the gangster technical school,
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| Where he was will also be on the national team basis.
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| Sometimes nervous, but mostly calm.
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| And do it beautifully, like Nolan or the Coen brothers.
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| If you ask a question
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| I'll answer directly to my forehead,
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| And not on behalf of
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| I am not who I am.
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| Chorus:
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| Hey, it's a new game of hide and seek
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| When guys in masks run out of Sberbank.
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| And somewhere a policeman named Vyatkin
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| Dreams of becoming a multi-policeman. |