Lyrics of Crème de la crème Begins - Frenkie, Edo Maajka, DJ Mrki

Crème de la crème Begins (original)

Čitam komentare na forumu fmjam-a
Joki opet sere oko svega
Sove imaju novu stvar pravo mi legla
Net mi nešto koči, jebena dial up veza
Sa Edom i Soulom danas pičim za Beograd
Idemo kod njih malo mikrofon odrat
Neka ekipa Basivity, s njima ćemo nešto snimiti
Malo visiti, nazad spičiti
Moram priznat prpa me malo hvata
Prvi put u Beograd nakon rata
Ko mu jebe mater valjda ćemo preživjeti
Par piva će to sve smiriti
U studiju mali milion ljudi
Vip, Marčelo i neki Nigrutin ludi
Svi se druže, flaše i džoje kruže
Edo stao za majk i snima Suze
Marčelo me zeza i kaže «Frenk da tenk
Ajde da snimimo neki reprezent»
Ja uzmem papir i napišem isti tren
Basivity i fmjam creme de la creme
Posle ljudi pitaju kako nastade ta pesma
K’o i svaka vredna ceđena je iz sjeba
I danas uz nju cmizdre i zovu je pesma jedan
Iako broj seksova u toj vezi beše ni jedan
Udario sevdah, sve kroz flašu gledam
Ljuto kunem crnu ženu, govna jedem cela
Kad eto ti tih dana baš poziv od Fmjam-a
Čuli neke pesme pa zovu da tamo repam
Da idem prvi posle rata?
Nemojte ljudi mene, vid’te da me riba vara
A sad mi ionako nije do života druže
Bolje džihad nego ništa, krenut ću pa šta bude
U ranac stavio pivo, pivo i onda još piva
Jednog me bili pijanog, nije bolelo ništa
Kloparam i šikam a u glavi mi moj matori
Priča što se nije menjala ni kad se zarati
Priča da su Bosanci dobričine i alkosi
Priča o drugarstvu i ceo taj štimung tadašnji
Tamo u Tuzli sretnem iste ljude kao te tad
Iako između te dve priče stoji rat
Ni jedan krivi pogled, ni jedna loša reč
Samo osmesi, zajebncija, cirkanje i respekt
I tako je i danas, ljudi se drže i druže
A naci fašisti nek prde svoje i nek mrze
Led se probio, bine su pucale pod nogama
Daj nam mikrofon i pive a vi jebite se s drogama
Sami među dogmama, kad repamo pomama
Iz studija na binu, stvar uživo care bomba ba
Vanja moto je ko lud, a mi smo motali pivo
Frenkie piše novu stvar a maloprije jednu snim’o
Pa i ja bi ljudi snimao, evo snima čak i Galeb
Bilo nas je ko Kineza care moraš čekat' na red
Tolko skilova, stilova, rima, s hejtom ni jedne
Tu večer predrasude su ko rukom odnesene
Odluke donesene, moramo ovo češće
Za 'vake featove, beatove Toza ostavljaj nam češće
Samo nam takvi sjest će, za dušu i za repa
Care jebo pare, znaš da volimo te Kepa
Krem de la krem, hejteri kite na čelo
Glavatar na majku sa mnom Frenkie i Marčelo

(translation)

I read the comments on the fmjam forum
Joki shit again about everything
Owls have a new thing right my litter
Net something is holding me back, fucking dial up connection
I'm drinking for Belgrade with Ed and Soul today
Let's go to them for a little microphone
Some Basivity team, we'll record something with them
Hang a little, stick back
I have to admit the prpa catches me a little
For the first time in Belgrade after the war
Who the fuck is his mother, I guess we'll survive
A couple of beers will calm it all down
A small million people in the studio
Vip, Marcello and some crazy Nigrutin
Everyone hangs out, bottles and joys circling
Edo stands by his mother and records Tears
Marcello teases me and says “Frank to the tank
Let's record a representative »
I take the paper and write the same moment
Basivity and fmjam creme de la creme
Afterwards, people ask how that song came about
Like any valuable one, it is squeezed out of the fuck
Even today, they whine at her and call her song one
Although the number of sexes in that relationship was none
I hit the sevdah, I look at everything through the bottle
I swear angrily at the black woman, I eat shit whole
When did you get a call from Fmjam in those days
They heard some songs and they called me to rap there
Should I go first after the war?
Don't make people look at me, you see, the fish is cheating on me
And now I don't care about my life anyway
Better a poor horse than no horse at all
He put beer, beer and then more beer in his backpack
One time I was drunk, nothing hurt
I'm rattling and chic and my old man is in my head
The story that did not change even when the war broke out
He says that Bosnians are benefactors and alcoholics
A story about friendship and all that atmosphere at the time
There in Tuzla I meet the same people as you did then
Although there is a war between the two stories
Not a single wrong look, not a single bad word
Just smiles, banter, circus and respect
And so it is today, people are holding on and hanging out
And let the Nazi fascists fart their own and let them hate
The ice broke, the stages burst underfoot
Give us a microphone and a beer and you fuck with drugs
Alone among dogmas, when we rape madness
From the studio to the stage, the live bomb thing ba
Vanja's motto is crazy, and we were brewing beer
Frenkie is writing a new thing and just recorded one
Well, people would film it too, here even Galeb is filming
We were like Chinese kings, you have to wait in line
So many skills, styles, rhymes, with no hatred
That evening, prejudices were taken away by hand
Decisions made, we need this more often
For 'such feats, beats Toza leave us more often
Only such will sit for us, for the soul and for the tail
Kings fuck money, you know we love you Kepa
Cream de la cream, haters kite on forehead
Glavatar on mother with me Frenkie and Marcello