Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 99, artist - Jala Brat. Date of issue: 10.12.2020
Song language: Croatian
99(original) |
| This is a journey into sound |
| A journey which along the way will bring you |
| New colour, new dimension, new values |
| And a new experience |
| Ko da gledam, opet skrenuće me s uma |
| Oči zelene, ledene su ko Uma |
| Ko da gledam, skinuće mi sve s računa |
| Ruke nevjerne, love poput harpuna |
| A ti si velka riba koja se smuva i čuva |
| A ja sam kalibar koji kad puca oduva |
| Na umu keš ima, na umu samo keš, suma je |
| Pa kaže |
| Skače, jauče, voli najluđe |
| Polomi me, znači lomi kauče |
| Kod nas vazda gori, ne čekam da naruče |
| Svima zovem piće kad tako sam naučen |
| Pazi ta, ta ne zna za bonton |
| Ko što prazni Campari — tako ti prazni konto |
| Mazi se, a da nisi ni skonto |
| Ostaneš bez svega, a kontaš da si je smoto |
| To je to, čega da se bojim |
| Devedeset devet žena da me voli |
| Devedeset devet da mi ljube Rollie |
| A ona da me voli |
| Aman, pustite joj Džeja — flaše pune Džeka |
| Jer mala pije kao da je devedeset peta |
| Pustite joj Džeja — flaše pune Džeka |
| Jer mala pije kao da je devedeset peta |
| Jer mala mogla bi sve imat da nisi lagala vragu |
| Al' opasno te skrivati kao gudru i vagu |
| Duša guzu ti snimati na ogledalu nagu |
| I, dušo, ti još se pališ na belaje i bradu |
| Loži te Rollie, pitaš za BMW i datum |
| Ma zlo, na tvojoj koži istopio bi i santu |
| Pogledi tinjaju ko dimovi u blantu |
| I nakon tebe svaku vidim ko irelevantnu |
| Pazi ta, ta ne zna za bonton |
| Ko što prazni Campari — tako ti prazni konto |
| Mazi se, a da nisi ni skonto |
| Ostaneš bez svega, a kontaš da si je smoto |
| To je to, čega da se bojim |
| Devedeset devet žena da me voli |
| Devedeset devet da mi ljube Rollie |
| A ona da me voli |
| Aman, pustite joj Džeja — flaše pune Džeka |
| Jer mala pije kao da je devedeset peta |
| Pustite joj Džeja — flaše pune Džeka |
| Jer mala pije kao da je devedeset peta |
| (translation) |
| This is a journey into sound |
| A journey which along the way will bring you |
| New color, new dimension, new values |
| And a new experience |
| As if to watch, it will drive me crazy again |
| The eyes are green, icy like Uma |
| Whoever I watch, they'll take everything off my account |
| Hands unfaithful, hunting like a harpoon |
| And you are a big fish that is being taken care of |
| And I'm a caliber that blows when it shoots |
| There is cash in mind, only cash in mind, there is a sum |
| Well, he says |
| He jumps, moans, loves the craziest |
| Break me, it breaks the couch |
| We are always on fire, I'm not waiting for them to order |
| I call everyone a drink when I'm taught that |
| Watch out, she doesn't know about etiquette |
| As empty as Campari - so empty your account |
| Pamper yourself without being discounted |
| You run out of everything, and you find that you're crazy |
| That's what I'm afraid of |
| Ninety-nine women to love me |
| Ninety-nine to love me Rollie |
| And she loves me |
| Aman, let her have Jay - bottles full of Jack |
| Because the little one drinks like she's ninety-five |
| Let her Jay - bottles full of Jack |
| Because the little one drinks like she's ninety-five |
| Because the little one could have it all if you hadn't lied to the devil |
| But it is dangerous to hide you like a scapegoat |
| Soul ass you shoot on the mirror naked |
| And, honey, you're still burning white and beard |
| Rollie burns you, you ask about the BMW and the date |
| Evil, it would melt Santa on your skin |
| The views smolder like smoke in the mud |
| And after you, I see everyone as irrelevant |
| Watch out, she doesn't know about etiquette |
| As empty as Campari - so empty your account |
| Pamper yourself without being discounted |
| You run out of everything, and you find that you're crazy |
| That's what I'm afraid of |
| Ninety-nine women to love me |
| Ninety-nine to love me Rollie |
| And she loves me |
| Aman, let her have Jay - bottles full of Jack |
| Because the little one drinks like she's ninety-five |
| Let her Jay - bottles full of Jack |
| Because the little one drinks like she's ninety-five |