Translation of the song lyrics Pucam Visoko - Juice

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

Pucam Visoko (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