Translation of the song lyrics FEJK REP - Marchello

FEJK REP (original)

Preko tjedna kombe, vikendom se hala fuca
Nedavno je pala buksa, drukala ga mala fuksa
Crne hlače, crna duksa, fura ruksak
Preko tramvaja do taksija, bio bih Sherlock da pandur sam
Moji čuvaju u podrumu berbu
Pitaju te «Ko te poslo?», ako pitaš za ponudu, cijenu
Za sve bolide sa bloka imaju formulu spremnu
Jedni ubodu kombu, a drugi se bodu u venu
Ne jebu prozivke ko odurnu ženu, kaje Ivanišević?
Dobiš po tintari da se ne poželiš više dić'
Na spotovima ratatata, sami miševi
Nikad solo, uvijek hoda više njih
Nikada na slabijeg, to nam je ispod časti
Kači se sa jačima — pravilo di smo rasli
Tri ujutro, tiho se okreće kvaka (Shh)
Frend je umro, niko neće plakat
Ima posla, ali nitko neće šljakat
Na faci ožiljak od pečetnjaka
To je fake priča, kad me sretneš, pitaj me otkud mi
Mladi, ludi, moto je «Samo udri»
Svi su jednom zasrali pa se nitko ne usudi da sudi
Život u džungli, sve može ak' dobar iznos je
Najsumnjiviji je onaj koji još uvijek ima čist dosje
Novi dan, isto sve, nikada drogiro se
Šalim se, glumim Migose — I’m innocent
Ovo je fake rap, hrpa lažnih priča (Aha)
Još jedan fake rap, hrpa lažnih priča (Aha)
Ovo je fake rap, priča ribiča u lovu na somića
Kredibilitet bez pokrića (Aha)
Ovo je fake rap, hrpa lažnih priča (Aha)
Još jedan fake rap, hrpa lažnih priča (Aha)
Ovo je fake rap, priča ribiča u lovu na somića
Kredibilitet bez pokrića (Aha)
Hard from the hasla, benga kad imaš stas
Ovdje bagra ima headove i prahove za vas
Iz monitora bass, bass from the benga
Ti si klošar bez adrese i bez zagrebačkog slanga
Malo je reć' kad čovjek hoće (Hoće)
Zato bira uvijek ono slatko zabranjeno voće
Ko leži ne bježi, svaki đukac reži
Jer odavno se na paper svaka pobjeda bilježi
Nebuloze, fejkere odvoze bez narkoze
Jer znam da ste kujice i mamine mimoze
Majice su vam roze, starci vam se zgroze
Airsoft kalašenko, ruke mokre od nervoze
Kad nas vide jer tak oduvijek ide
Head from the shop u rizli, liječi i od side
Napravili bi sve i svakaj da se svima svide
Al' vidit ćeš da real vodi k vrhu piramide

FEJK REP (translation)

During the week there is a van, on the weekends there is a lot of fun
Recently, a box tree fell, it was crushed by a small box tree
Black pants, black sweatshirt, fura backpack
Over the tram to the taxi, I'd be Sherlock if I were a cop
Mine keep the vintage in the cellar
They ask you, "Who hired you?", if you ask for an offer, a price
They have a formula ready for all the cars on the block
One stabs the komba, and the others stab themselves in the vein
I don't fuck with name-calling who pisses off a woman, says Ivanišević?
You get an inkpot so you don't want to get up again'
In the ratatat spots, the mice themselves
Never alone, there are always more of them walking
Never to a weaker one, it is beneath our honor
Mess with the stronger — the rule we grew up with
Three in the morning, the doorknob turns softly (Shh)
A friend has died, no one will cry
There is work to be done, but no one will slag
On the face, a scar from a seal
It's a fake story, when you meet me, ask me where I'm from
Young, crazy, the motto is "Just hit"
Everyone got screwed at once so no one dares to judge
Life in the jungle, anything is possible as long as it's a good amount
The most suspicious is one who still has a clean record
New day, same everything, never used drugs
Just kidding, I play Migos — I'm innocent
This is fake rap, a bunch of fake stories (Aha)
Another fake rap, a bunch of fake stories (Aha)
This is a fake rap, the story of a fisherman hunting catfish
Credibility without cover (Aha)
This is fake rap, a bunch of fake stories (Aha)
Another fake rap, a bunch of fake stories (Aha)
This is a fake rap, the story of a fisherman hunting catfish
Credibility without cover (Aha)
Hard from the hasla, benga when you have stature
Here, the dredge has heads and powders for you
From the bass monitor, bass from the benga
You are a bum with no address and no Zagreb slang
There are few words when a man wants (Will)
That's why he always chooses the sweet forbidden fruit
He who lies down does not run away, every dog ​​growls
Because every victory has been recorded on paper for a long time
Nebulos, fakers are taken away without anesthesia
Because I know you're bitches and mama's mimosas
Your t-shirts are pink, the old men are horrified
Airsoft kalashenko, hands wet from nervousness
When they see us, because that's how it always goes
Head from the shop in rice, it also cures AIDS
They would do anything and everything to please everyone
But you will see that the real leads to the top of the pyramid