Hey, professor, don't give a fuck, pour it up, let's go already!
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Ah-ah, let's have a drink, let's. |
Well, we will
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Let's!
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Let's go, health!
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I'll go and find some vodka. |
go
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I'll go and find some vodka. |
go
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I'll go, I'll find vodka, I'll find vodka, I'll find vodka
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Go get some vodka. |
I'll go
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Go get some vodka. |
I'll go
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Go find vodka, find vodka, find vodka
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And we are knee-deep in the sea, following the southern tradition
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The province drinks, we beat each other's faces
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Then to the dances, where the DJ plays R'n'B
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The little ones twist their asses and we, here they are
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Face control, what does it mean
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Is our outfit not rolling or are we really fucked up?
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Hey, pumped up, don't talk shit
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Well this is my area, I live here aka,
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Come on bros
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We will pack a fucking bull for one or two
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Seven against one, people like him infuriate us
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It may not be fair, but it's fun
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PPS, there will be press, arrest, but we don't give a fuck
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Pasha CCM is with us, heavyweight
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Verification of documents, word by word
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Hey, you starry clown, relax
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Fuck you poke me with your dog
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He hit me with a club in the snout, well, it rolled
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Any victory for the working class |
They're poisoning us with unstoppable tear gas
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But we are not born with a bast, we are like pit bulls
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Hapanuli in their lifetime, well, what the hell?
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They ruined these in shape and everything is normal
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Life is like racing on a hippodrome
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It's the southern gangsta shield
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Drink everything that burns, smoke everything that smokes
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Pour faceted glass to the brim
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Drink to the bottom, not see the shores
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Degrees for joy, drain the container
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Brother, add speed to the globe
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Resting whiskey, tequila, brandy
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Vodka, that's what we have in authority
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Here - the right taste, plus the condition
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Vodka is our national treasure
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Appreciate the old school, Vasya, do not fall for fashion
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Drinking vodka for us is like drinking water
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What is good for a Russian is a killa foreign tourist
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Vodka is our power, vodka is our strength
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How Negroes Smoke Gunjubas in Jamaica
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So we are rushing gas-kvass
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How much I have drunk, this can fill a rocket
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Vodka is not a hindrance to my authority
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Direct-fire shells with vodka
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Snack: lemon or black caviar
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This is when there is money, and when aground
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Sat down for no reason, spilled and fucked
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Everything burns with a blue flame like in hell
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- Well, what, 50 each? |
Cover yourself with a blanket, switch to threats
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Yes, I fucked the entire criminal investigation department in my mouth
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Yes, I have been imprisoned, as you have lived
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Yes, I have horses at the city hall and at customs
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I'll fuck you all, one against the Caudles
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Funny movie, I pour vodka
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He rolled up his sleeves, I took out a tire iron
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Fuck drinking if you can't keep your heart?
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Noggano is horrified, he ate more than a liter in his soul
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"What are we making noise, Coupet." |
Yes, something wedges Kolya
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"Yes, he went to hell!" |
Kolya, go to hell!
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He tears the only shirt on his chest
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Suddenly Kolya catches a stupor, horror in his eyes
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His wife appears: "I'll show you right now!"
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Lyuba is a harsh woman, no one will argue
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Into a burning hut, the train will stop on the move
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In the hands of Lyuba is a wheelchair for rolling out dough
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“What, you bastard, has it become crowded to live?”
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Without choosing a place, inflicts severe bodily
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Kolya puts blocks, but there is no point in defending
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The poor fellow has problems, blood is shed
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Men among themselves - this is true love
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Kolyan knocks down, Lyuba follows him, blows with curses
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“Bastard, you will know how to drink with friends”
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I'm in a glass, annoyed by the empty bottom |