Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song La Kukaracha, artist - Krešo BengalkaDate of issue: 24.02.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: Croatian
La Kukaracha(original) |
| La kukaracha, la kukuracha |
| Ništa se ne plaća, dimi se draća |
| La kukaracha, la kukuracha |
| Ništa se ne plaća, ništa se ne plaća |
| Pijate tacni, ovali šestice |
| Komadi petice, pale se kesice |
| Vaga važe, crta se slaže |
| Lade se jaja, non-stop se maže |
| Životi su tanji od računa u banci |
| Turizam hrani, pljačkaju se stranci |
| Mračne su noći, vrimena su gruba |
| Il' ideš u školu, il' imaš muda |
| Vrime ide, aparati se vrte |
| Obrijane glave, dresovi, tute |
| Zime su sive, noći su duge |
| Bolest se širi gore od kuge |
| To je Split brate, pokaži poštovanje |
| Ne triba puno da izbije sranje |
| Grad slučaj narkomana, kurvi |
| Speedheadsi, Krešo i Žuvi |
| U kvartu se putni šiju |
| U Portunu se žlice griju |
| U kafiću se stežu lajne |
| Od ranog jutra se kratke piju |
| Sunce žeže, glave vriju |
| Po rukama se ubodi kriju |
| Na cesti opet haraju brokve |
| Tu smo di smo, jebeš sviju |
| Šta ti triba, spida, bilja |
| Koja je priča, koja je baza |
| Unutra smo zbog višeg cilja |
| Uđeš jednom, nema nazad |
| Držimo se ka čopor |
| Vrime teče nam sporo |
| Osim šta smo duplo tvrđi |
| Drugo nema ništa novo |
| Šta je ovo, šta je ovo |
| Nisam ovdi da bi' ima miru |
| Ovisan sam o svakoj lipi |
| Lakim ženama i dimu |
| Rokni štrucu, rastvori britvu |
| Stegni gumu, tiltaj iglu |
| Plati, pljuni, gurni spiku |
| Savij kičmu, čuvaj tikvu |
| La kukaracha, la kukuracha |
| Ništa se ne plaća, dimi se draća |
| La kukaracha, la kukuracha |
| Ništa se ne plaća, dimi se draća |
| La kukaracha, la kukuracha |
| Ništa se ne plaća, dimi se draća |
| La kukaracha, la kukuracha |
| (translation) |
| La kukaracha, la kukaracha |
| Nothing is paid, smoke is smoked |
| La kukaracha, la kukaracha |
| Nothing is paid, nothing is paid |
| You drink flat, oval six-packs |
| Pieces of five, the bags are lit |
| The scale weighs, the line agrees |
| She lays eggs, she is fondled non-stop |
| Lives are thinner than a bank account |
| Tourism feeds, foreigners are robbed |
| The nights are dark, the weather is rough |
| Either you go to school or you have balls |
| Time goes by, devices are spinning |
| Shaved heads, jerseys, tutus |
| Winters are grey, nights are long |
| The disease spreads worse than the plague |
| It's Split bro, show respect |
| It doesn't take much to kick the crap out of you |
| City case of drug addicts, whores |
| Speedheads, Krešo and Žuvi |
| Roads are sewn in the neighborhood |
| Spoons are heated in Portuno |
| Lines are gathering in the cafe |
| From the early morning they drink short ones |
| The sun is hot, heads are boiling |
| Stings are hidden on the hands |
| Broccoli are on the road again |
| Here we are, where we are, fuck you all |
| What do you need, spida, herbs |
| What is the story, what is the base |
| We're in there for a higher purpose |
| You go in once, there's no going back |
| We stick to the pack |
| Time runs slowly for us |
| Except that we are twice as tough |
| Otherwise, there is nothing new |
| What is this, what is this |
| I'm not here to have peace |
| I'm addicted to every lime |
| Easy women and smoke |
| Break the loaf, open the razor |
| Tighten the rubber, tilt the needle |
| Pay, spit, push the spike |
| Bend your spine, keep your gourd |
| La kukaracha, la kukaracha |
| Nothing is paid, smoke is smoked |
| La kukaracha, la kukaracha |
| Nothing is paid, smoke is smoked |
| La kukaracha, la kukaracha |
| Nothing is paid, smoke is smoked |
| La kukaracha, la kukaracha |