Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pucam Visoko , by - Juice. Release date: 24.05.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Croatian
Pucam Visoko(original) |
| Za mene je taktika,čista matematika |
| MCevi su švorc, hip hop je trezor prepun zlatnika |
| Od novog para patika, do BMW automatika |
| Flow vam je čista statika |
| Poruka uličnog glasnika |
| Juice je kralj, ostali onako, nisu loši |
| Čak i da se pravi nešto, svi su štek, niko ne troši |
| Grebete se za cigare, trošite ribine pare |
| Imam pečatirane pasoše i kalendare |
| Kažeš strava je reper, dobar dečko jesi čuo |
| Dobar je, dečko nije reper i to žešće truo |
| Zaleđina priče prazna, glasovi su vam tanki |
| Trebaće vam mnogo sreće, gurni te ga nekoj ganki |
| Novac kreće ka meni, transfer lego je na račun |
| Utičem na tvoju psihu kao Amsterdam mushroom |
| Uvek dajem šansu, svestan da ste u transu |
| Organizujem seansu, u jebenom sving-hausu |
| Hiphopium, inteligentan |
| Ne čujem vaš rep, sa razlogom sam prepotentan |
| Pitaj kevu, ćale ti je impotentan |
| Rime su vam sterilne |
| Zato su se najbolje matre, za mene verile |
| Im a legend |
| Hiphopium, inteligentan |
| Im a legend |
| Wherever my beamer goes you know that I’m driving |
| Mračan ton a nesrećni ortaci, grč na faci |
| Novčanici prazni, nemaju ni u šaci |
| Oko mene sve seljaci, nijedan posao nije lak |
| Zanima me šta bi sad snimali Biggie i Pac |
| Spreman za sveta smak, ključa voda stavi mak |
| Hoćete da vas jebem kad je svetlo ili mrak? |
| Menjam gradove k’o putke, rezervoar pun je dupke |
| Pod tušem samo sapun, mrzim ljigave kupke |
| Mrzim klubske lutke, mrzim iskrivljene face |
| Rolam, u retrovizoru vidim paparace |
| Uvek pucam visoko jer ću gore i otići |
| Jednog dana će po mene moji čuvari sići |
| A dotle nemoj mi prići, ako nemaš biznis plan |
| Jer samo nova lova može da ulepša dan |
| U ovom ratu nisam sam 93' vojska spremna |
| Mnogo dece nosi moja FU kru sperma |
| Hip hop pun metafora, pun vitamina |
| Svake noći prstima se trlja ta vagina |
| Šta je, ljubomorne cave |
| Dođite da vam pokažem kako se prave pare |
| Ma jebale vas pare, ljubomorne cave |
| Dođite da vam pokažem kako se prave pare |
| Ma jebale vas pare |
| Bacam životni fristajl, ne rime pune mašte |
| Jednog dana biće samo brate penzije nam kasne |
| Kose su vam mastne, prsti su vam lepljivi |
| Hedovi su mastni, svako za životom kasni |
| (translation) |
| For me, it’s a tactic, pure math |
| MCs are broke, hip hop is a vault full of gold coins |
| From a new pair of sneakers, to a BMW automatic |
| Flow is pure statics for you |
| Street messenger message |
| Juice is king, the others are not bad |
| Even if something is done, everyone is stuck, no one spends |
| Scratching cigars, wasting fish money |
| I have printed passports and calendars |
| You say great is a rapper, good boy did you hear |
| He's good, he's not a rapper and he's rotten |
| The background of the story is empty, your voices are thin |
| You will need a lot of luck, push it to some porch |
| The money is moving towards me, the lego transfer is on the account |
| I affect your psyche like an Amsterdam mushroom |
| I always give a chance, aware that you are in a trance |
| I'm organizing a session, in a fucking swing house |
| Hiphopium, intelligent |
| I can't hear your tail, I'm overbearing for a reason |
| Ask your mother, your dad is impotent |
| Rhymes are sterile to you |
| That's why the best matre, for me, are believed |
| Im a legend |
| Hiphopium, intelligent |
| Im a legend |
| Wherever my beamer goes you know that I’m driving |
| Dark tone and unhappy friends, cramp on the face |
| The wallets are empty, they don't even have a handful |
| All the peasants around me, no job is easy |
| I wonder what Biggie and Pac would be filming now |
| Ready for the holy end, the boiling water puts the poppy |
| Do you want me to fuck you when it's light or dark? |
| I change cities like a pot, the tank is full of holes |
| In the shower only soap, I hate slimy baths |
| I hate club dolls, I hate crooked faces |
| I'm rolling, I see paparazzi in the rearview mirror |
| I always shoot high because I'm going to go upstairs |
| One day my guards will come down for me |
| And until then, don't come near me if you don't have a business plan |
| Because only new money can brighten the day |
| In this war I am not 93 'army ready |
| Many children carry my FU kru sperm |
| Hip hop full of metaphors, full of vitamins |
| Every night my fingers rub that vagina |
| What is it, jealous caves |
| Come let me show you how to make money |
| Fuck you money, jealous caves |
| Come let me show you how to make money |
| Fuck you money |
| I throw a freestyle of life, not a rhyme full of imagination |
| One day, only my brother's pension will be late |
| Your hair is greasy, your fingers are sticky |
| Heads are greasy, everyone is late for life |