Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hey G! , by - Gleb. Release date: 23.09.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Slovak
Hey G!(original) |
| Oh, that’s a big boy, isn’t he? |
| Okay, dámia páni moje meno |
| Je DJ Billy, a práve počúvate |
| Balkón bars mixtape, rok 2002 |
| Let’s get ready to rumble |
| Hey G! |
| No a ?! |
| Zahodíme to |
| Čo nám zlý rok dal |
| Jou, Hey G! |
| No a ?! |
| Na tichých |
| Miestach budeme loud |
| Jou, Hey G! |
| No a ?! |
| Zahodíme to |
| Čo nám zlý rok dal |
| Jou, Hey G! |
| No a ?! |
| Na tichých |
| Miestach budeme loud |
| A keď sú vlci von, je počuť woof woof |
| No nerobíme … |
| Každé nové CD kope ako Kung-Fu |
| Tento rok bol ťažký takže v noci go wild |
| Zmrdi na nás čumia stále štýlom ku-ku |
| No nešírime hejt stále posielame love |
| Nikto z mojej bandy ti nechce dať šupu |
| Bije ťa za život lil bro, nebuď dumb |
| A vidíte nás dobre, netreba vám lupu |
| Napriek tomu nikdy nie som namyslený páv |
| Zamysli sa nad tým či si v dobrom kruhu |
| Tento rok som veľa ľudom povedal čau |
| Nikdy nečakajte na pomocnú ruku |
| Všetky veci sa pohnú keď ich urobíš sám |
| Na stagei mám vždy nabitú bazuku |
| … na život, to je kill, to je wow |
| Moje bars jej dvíhajú sukňu |
| Lets get loud sviňa (grr-pu-pu) |
| Tento sound má na hlave kuklu |
| Sold out crowd je vyjebaný luxus |
| Vyvolám stav čo ťa pripojí jak bluetooth |
| Zo všetkých strán počuješ moju hudbu |
| Zo všetkých áut tak že už sa nedá cúvnuť |
| Nie som klaun ulica má moju úctu |
| Pokračujem ako seriál, love ako lotéria |
| Zdroj ako batéria, som ?? |
| Z doby keď tu bola mafia |
| Západ préria, som z tých čo si to pamätajú |
| Občas ma to ešte stále budí zo spánku |
| Ne more ja nikdy nerapujem rozprávku |
| Výjazd na telefóne na mobil ochranku |
| Postav sa kde je tma, teda pod lampu |
| Hey G! |
| No a ?! |
| Zahodíme to |
| Čo nám zlý rok dal |
| Jou, Hey G! |
| No a ?! |
| Na tichých |
| Miestach budeme loud |
| Jou, Hey G! |
| No a ?! |
| Zahodíme to |
| Čo nám zlý rok dal |
| Jou, Hey G! |
| No a ?! |
| Na tichých |
| Miestach budeme loud |
| Som rapová hlava 24/7 |
| Som v rape od roku 2000, neviem |
| Street boys nepatrili medzi happy deti |
| Robili music, nechodili na diskotéky |
| Po ceste do mesta vždy vedeli čo sa im stane |
| V jednom vačku to škodlivé, v druhom to zakázané |
| Po prvých piatich minútach ich vyhodil biletár |
| Každý v klube sa smial, na mojej divnej vade |
| Prvý homie obťažoval baby |
| Druhého nepustili dnu, mal šušťákové handry |
| Tretí robil faily, mal opilecké nervy |
| Pobil sa s DJ-om vadil mu diskofilný playlist |
| Štvrtý som bol ja, vidíš ma, stojím v rohu |
| Prevraciam očami a preklínam Boha |
| Od tej doby sa toho veľa nezmenilo |
| Stále nikam nepatrím, starý Gleb, nová doba |
| Jak sova, žili sme v noci a zloba |
| Všade kam sme došli, tsunami, veľká voda |
| Do rána predalsto kde, čo dodať |
| Rob čo robiť vieš, taká bola doba |
| Po celom meste throwupy a tagy |
| Heavy metal king, široké bagy |
| Mrazí ma koľko z tých chalanov je v zemi |
| Tie roky bez nich utiekli ani neviem kedy |
| Sedím a počítam to na prstoch |
| A som v piči keď sa zastavujem nad úctou |
| Rest in peace, večná sláva, jebať na ľútosť |
| Všetkým prajem nech majú čoho nemajú dosť |
| A nemajú sós, nech sa majú dobre |
| A keď budete mať čas, tak ich choďte pozrieť |
| A nečakať jeden na druhého, kto sa ozve |
| Lebo jeden? |
| krstiny, a druhý pohreb |
| Hey G! |
| No a ?! |
| Zahodíme to |
| Čo nám zlý rok dal |
| Jou, Hey G! |
| No a ?! |
| Na tichých |
| Miestach budeme loud |
| Jou, Hey G! |
| No a ?! |
| Zahodíme to |
| Čo nám zlý rok dal |
| Jou, Hey G! |
| No a ?! |
| Na tichých |
| Miestach budeme loud |
| (translation) |
| Oh, that’s a big boy, isn't he? |
| Okay, ladies, my name |
| It's DJ Billy, and you're listening |
| Balcony bars mixtape, year 2002 |
| Let’s get ready to rumble |
| Hey G! |
| So what ?! |
| Let's drop it |
| What a bad year has given us |
| Yes, Hey G! |
| So what ?! |
| On the quiet |
| In places we will be loud |
| Yes, Hey G! |
| So what ?! |
| Let's drop it |
| What a bad year has given us |
| Yes, Hey G! |
| So what ?! |
| On the quiet |
| In places we will be loud |
| And when the wolves are out, woof woof is heard |
| Well we don't do… |
| He kicks every new CD like Kung-Fu |
| This year has been tough so go wild at night |
| The bastards are still staring at us in ku-ku style |
| Well, we're not spreading the hey, we're still sending love |
| None of my gang wants to give you a shell |
| He beats you for life lil bro, don't be a dumb |
| And you see us well, you don't need a magnifying glass |
| Still, I'm never a peacock |
| Think about whether you are in a good circle |
| I've told a lot of people this year |
| Never wait for a helping hand |
| All things move when you do them yourself |
| I always have a full bazooka on stage |
| … For life, it's kill, it's wow |
| My bars lift her skirt |
| Lets get loud pig (grr-pu-pu) |
| This sound has a hood on its head |
| Sold out crowd is a fucking luxury |
| I'll call a state that connects you like bluetooth |
| You hear my music from all sides |
| From all the cars so that it can no longer be reversed |
| I'm not a street clown has my respect |
| I continue as a series, hunting like a lottery |
| Source as a battery, I ?? |
| From when the mafia was here |
| West prairie, I'm one of those who remember that |
| Sometimes it still wakes me up |
| No more, I never write a fairy tale |
| Exit on the phone to cell phone security |
| Stand where it is dark, that is, under the lamp |
| Hey G! |
| So what ?! |
| Let's drop it |
| What a bad year has given us |
| Yes, Hey G! |
| So what ?! |
| On the quiet |
| In places we will be loud |
| Yes, Hey G! |
| So what ?! |
| Let's drop it |
| What a bad year has given us |
| Yes, Hey G! |
| So what ?! |
| On the quiet |
| In places we will be loud |
| I'm a rap head 24/7 |
| I've been in a rape since 2000, I don't know |
| Street boys were not happy children |
| They made music, they didn't go to discos |
| On the way to town, they always knew what would happen to them |
| In one cam it's harmful, in the other it's forbidden |
| After the first five minutes, they were fired by a ticket |
| Everyone at the club laughed at my weird flaw |
| The first homie harassed the baby |
| The other was not let down, he had rags |
| The third was doing faily, he had drunken nerves |
| He fought with a DJ and a discophile playlist bothered him |
| I was fourth, you see me, I'm standing in the corner |
| I turn my eyes and curse God |
| Not much has changed since then |
| I still don't belong anywhere, old Gleb, new age |
| Like an owl, we lived in the night and anger |
| Everywhere we go, tsunami, big water |
| By morning, where to deliver |
| Do what you know, that was the time |
| All over the city throwups and tags |
| Heavy metal king, wide bags |
| It makes me cold how many of those guys are in the country |
| Those years passed without them, I don't even know when |
| I sit and count it on my fingers |
| And I'm fucked when I stop to respect |
| Rest in peace, eternal glory, fucking pity |
| Let all wish they have not enough |
| And they don't have salt, let them be fine |
| And when you have time, go see them |
| And don't wait for each other to call |
| Because one? |
| baptisms, and a second funeral |
| Hey G! |
| So what ?! |
| Let's drop it |
| What a bad year has given us |
| Yes, Hey G! |
| So what ?! |
| On the quiet |
| In places we will be loud |
| Yes, Hey G! |
| So what ?! |
| Let's drop it |
| What a bad year has given us |
| Yes, Hey G! |
| So what ?! |
| On the quiet |
| In places we will be loud |