Translation of the song lyrics DOPAMIN - Adam

DOPAMIN (original)

Jeg knokler hårdt for de para, jeg altid på min grind
Tro brormand jeg rammer, evnher der står i vejen
Iskold om det regn eller sne
Selv hvis jeg falder så får de at se
Knepper dem alle og jeg gjorde det med stil
Chopper mig i ryggen og jeg tog det med et smil
Kommer til shufi, du ved jeg stabil
Brormand jeg køre ned til holland i bil
Fuck ogs de panser der kommer civil
Blir' aldrig taget de kender vores stil
Hen over grænsen, tro mig tager chancer, kender godt branchen
Vi holder balancen, pakker de para de ender i banken
For vi fokuseret på de para, for uden mønt er man fucked up
Nu hvor spillet det starter, tro mig brormand jeg hustler
Sagde til dem fra starten, de ved ikke hvad det koster
Flækker de bis og din bitch hun vil knep'
Skaffede mit nummer, hun ringer det trip
Siger til en nigger, hun vil ha' min pik
Men fuck ogs' din dame, jeg vil ikke se hende strip'
Tænker på tusindekronesedler i clips
17 år gammel hun gram på min bitch
Jeg var ramt på en splif, da jeg tænkte på en plan
Fuck at tænke på en dame, for jeg tænker på papir
Til de piger som der tror jeg kommer til at gi' dem para
Bare lad dem tro, men de ender med nada
Stoler på ingen, fjender tror de kunne narre mig
Lige ud af buret, de troede de kunne klare mig
Troede de ku' knæk' mig, de rammer bag tremmer
Nu jeg tilbage lad dem smage på mine flammer
For dem er det musik, men for mig er det mit liv (hold up)
Fuck at være i byen, hellere ryge end drik' mig stiv (hold up)
Sidde ned i studiet, cocaina ved min side
Adam stopper aldrig, det en ting som de skal vide
For dem er det musik, men for mig er det mit liv (hold up)
Fuck at være i byen, hellere ryge end drik' mig stiv (hold up)
Sidde ned i studiet, cocaina ved min side
Adam stopper aldrig, det en ting som de skal vide
Gal brormand jeg helt ramt
Suget for meget, jeg har det helt stramt
Tro mig bromand har det hele klar
Fucked up fra kun et gram
Fuck ogs' de panser, vi ruller i bander
Sjakaler iblandt os, de tror de kan stands' os
Jages ud af landet men de ved ikke vi dansker'
Stadig shufi på mine North Face handsker
Kommer fra blokken hvor de yngre de pløkker
De ældre de plyndrer, det hele det begynder
Fucked up, men det livet nigger
Adam siger det hele lige ud nigger
Ind i taxa, kører lige ud nigga
Fucker med shufi, ruller med über
Ruller min fed, mens chaufføren han cruser
Hen til en fest hvor de alle sammen boozer
Shababs og de kællinger hygger sig godt
Sniffer på shufi, det er ikk' cuttet op
Nu blev de junkie, de ringer igen
Jeg lave mine para, de henter en ven
Historien om stoffer den vil aldrig ende
Lange nætter vil jeg aldrig glemme
Det var mig og dem, ude på Istedgade
Jeg var fucked up fra den sidste plade
For det kun nogle gange at jeg køber fra staden
Og det er kun nogle gange at jeg selv er på gaden
Jeg vil heller lave mønt fra et kilo end en plade
For dem er det musik, men for mig er det mit liv (hol up)
Fuck at være i byen, hellere ryge end drik' mig stiv (hol up)
Sidde ned i studiet, cocaina ved min side
Adam stopper aldrig, det en ting som de skal vide
For dem er det musik, men for mig er det mit liv (hol up)
Fuck at være i byen, hellere ryge end drik' mig stiv (hol up)
Sidde ned i studiet, cocaina ved min side
Adam stopper aldrig, det en ting som de skal vide
Hvor skal jeg hen når jeg kradser, alle de ting jeg har lavet
Røveri, solgt shufi, slået folk ned på gaden
Hakket klumper fra pladen, med tanker om profit
Har set en junkie blive intens indtil da han fik sit fix
Det var tript så djævlen i hans øjne lige før han stak sig
Istedgadedagene, min connection var roster
Behøver ikke at nævne hans nationalitet
For Vestafrika de har den bedste kvalitet
Mor undskyld for alle de lange nætter du har bedt
Jeg har set dig knokle hver dag for mad til dine sønner
Det derfor du altid vil være i mine bønner
Håber gud han belønner, en engel i mine øjne
Du fandt para i min lomme og på mine bukser og min trøje
Jeg var 18 år gammel jeg var narkohandlerhøj
Havde det bedste crack på Istedgade som junkierne røg
Efter det købte jeg Nike Air Force inde på strøget
Tilbage på Nørrebro med hætten på og 17 lapper
Jeg be’r til gud hver dag at fælden aldrig klapper
Men hvis ender inde i cellen tro mig så jeg kampklar
Har været meget igennem jeg er langt fra de andre

(translation)

I knuckle hard for the para I always on my grind
Believe brother I hit, evnher that stands in the way
Ice cold about the rain or snow
Even if I fall, they will see
Fucking them all and I did it in style
Chopper me in the back and I took it with a smile
Coming to shufi, you know I stable
Brother I drive down to holland by car
Fuck also the armor that comes civilian
Will never be taken they know our style
Across the border, believe me take chances, know the industry well
We keep the balance, they pack para they end up in the bank
Because we focused on the para, because without a coin you are fucked up
Now that the game it starts, believe me brother I hustle
Told them from the start, they do not know what it costs
Splits the bis and your bitch she wants to fuck '
Got my number, she's calling that trip
Says to a nigger, she wants my cock
But fuck also 'your lady, I do not want to see her strip'
Thinking of thousand-dollar bills in clips
17 year old she gram on my bitch
I was hit on a splif when I was thinking of a plan
Fuck thinking about a lady because I think about paper
To the girls who think I'll give them para
Just let them believe, but they end up with nada
Trust no one, enemies think they could fool me
Right out of the cage, they thought they could handle me
Thought they could 'crack' me, they hit behind bars
Now I back let them taste my flames
For them it's music, but for me it's my life (hold up)
Fuck being in town, rather smoke than drink 'me stiff (hold up)
Sitting down in the studio, cocaine by my side
Adam never stops, it's one thing they need to know
For them it's music, but for me it's my life (hold up)
Fuck being in town, rather smoke than drink 'me stiff (hold up)
Sitting down in the studio, cocaine by my side
Adam never stops, it's one thing they need to know
Crazy brother I totally hit
Sucked too much, I feel completely tight
Believe me bromand has it all ready
Fucked up from just one gram
Fuck the armor we roll in gangs too
Jackals among us, they think they can stop 'us
Chased out of the country but they do not know we Danes'
Still shufi on my North Face gloves
Comes from the block where the younger ones pick
The older they plunder, it all begins
Fucked up, but that life nigger
Adam says it all straight out nigger
Into the taxi, drive straight out the nigga
Fucker with shufi, rolls with über
Rolls my bold while the driver he crusher
To a party where they all boozer
Shababs and those bitches are having a good time
Sniffer on shufi, it's not cut up
Now they became junkies, they call again
I make my para, they pick up a friend
The story of drugs it will never end
Long nights I will never forget
It was me and them, out on Istedgade
I was fucked up from the last record
For it is only sometimes that I buy from the city
And it's only sometimes that I'm on the street myself
I would rather make coin from a kilo than a plate
For them it's music, but for me it's my life (hol up)
Fuck being in town, rather smoke than drink 'me stiff (hol up)
Sitting down in the studio, cocaine by my side
Adam never stops, it's one thing they need to know
For them it's music, but for me it's my life (hol up)
Fuck being in town, rather smoke than drink 'me stiff (hol up)
Sitting down in the studio, cocaine by my side
Adam never stops, it's one thing they need to know
Where am I going when I scratch, all the things I've done
Robbery, sold shufi, beat people down on the street
Chopped lumps from the plate, with thoughts of profit
Have seen a junkie get intense until when he got his fix
It was tripty so the devil in his eyes just before he stabbed himself
Istedgadedagene, my connection was roster
Need not mention his nationality
For West Africa they have the best quality
Mom sorry for all the long nights you've been praying
I've seen you knuckle every day for food for your sons
That's why you will always be in my prayers
Hope god he rewards, an angel in my eyes
You found para in my pocket and on my pants and my sweater
I was 18 years old I was a drug dealer tall
Had the best crack on Istedgade as the junkies smoked
After that, I bought the Nike Air Force inside the street
Back to Nørrebro with the hood on and 17 patches
I pray to God every day that the trap never claps
But if ends up inside the cell believe me then I fight ready
Have been through a lot I am far from the others