Lyrics of Cum Se Face - Parazitii

Cum Se Face (original)

Drace!
Cum pu’la mea se face
Ţăranii vor sa îmbarace doar Gucci si Versace
Fu’tu’vă'n gură, Drace!
Cum pla mea se face
Ţăranii vor sa îmbarace.
doar Gucci si Versace
Fu’tu’vă'n gură
Curvele, nene, le curge mal-ul prin vene
Disperate de lovele le vezi prin cartiere
Nu ştiu limba romîna, se tarasc prin tărînă
Cu ţăranu' clasic braţ la braţ sau de mînă
Trage buza peste dinţi, fraiere!
C-am avut piz’de ca aia, deci mu’ie, băi!
Te-am văzut la disco esti mişto, bineînţeles
Căutai punctul G pe GPS
Cănd aia e la bară, te faci foc si pară
Blocu' ptr tine e un sac pe verticală
Mergi la sală ca un prost, fără rost
Hugo Boss nu ştie ca imbracă un prost
Cănd laşi geamu' jos, băi, ai grijă ce zici
Ca te zbor din X5 inapoi in opinci
Drace!
Cum pu’la mea se face
Ţăranii vor sa îmbarace doar Gucci si Versace
Fu’tu’vă'n gură, Drace!
Cum pla mea se face
Ţăranii vor sa îmbarace.
doar Gucci si Versace
Fu’tu’vă'n gură
Ai bani doar de’o bere
Ai dat o viata cu grebla
O arzi prin cafenele ai ceasu' cat conserva
Ti’ai luat tricou mulat pe cateva zeci de leva
Eu mi’am luat o băta sa te colorez ca zebră
Pe pi’zdă ta cu fiţe care sparge seminte
Aseară cu o vodkă am tras’o 30 de inşii ţîţe
Te bîtîi pe house nasol
Te prefaci ca bei si porţi gentuţă
Bă puţă, eşti gay?
Cu ochelarii pe cap, in buzunar niciun şfanţ
Cămaşa descheiată, să vadă lumea c’ai lanţ
Telefonu' la ureche, rezemat de maşină
Te prefaci că vrei sa pleci, ca pu’la benzin ă
Ai foamea’n retină, hai coae, nu pleci?
Ca tona aia de parfum nu-ţi face buletin de Bucureşti
Drace!
Cum pu’la mea se face
Ţăranii vor sa îmbarace doar Gucci si Versace
Fu’tu’vă'n gură, Drace!
Cum pla mea se face
Ţăranii vor sa îmbarace.
doar Gucci si Versace
Fu’tu’vă'n gură

(translation)

Damn it!
How is it done for me?
The peasants only want to embarrass Gucci and Versace
Fuck you, Drace!
How my plan works
The peasants want to embark.
only Gucci and Versace
Fuck your mouth
Whores, uncle, their shores flow through their veins
Desperate for the blows, you see them in the neighborhoods
I don't know the Romanian language, they crawl through the dust
With the classic peasant arm in arm or hand in hand
Pull your lips over your teeth, sucker!
I had a pussy like that, so kiss me, guys!
I saw you at the disco, you're cool, of course
Look for the G-spot on the GPS
When that's at the bar, you're on fire
The block for you is a vertical bag
Go to the gym like a fool, for nothing
Hugo Boss doesn't know he's wearing a fool
When you lower the window, guys, be careful what you say
That I fly you from X5 back to the opinci
Damn it!
How is it done for me?
The peasants only want to embarrass Gucci and Versace
Fuck you, Drace!
How my plan works
The peasants want to embark.
only Gucci and Versace
Fuck your mouth
You only have money for a beer
You gave a life with a rake
You burn it in the cafes and watch how much it preserves
You took a molded T-shirt on a few dozen levs
I took a beating to color you like a zebra
On your pussy with seeds that break seeds
Last night with a vodka I pulled out 30 of my own tits
You're banging on the nasty house
You pretend to drink and carry a bag
Well, are you gay?
No glasses in his pocket, no pockets in his pocket
Shirt open, let the world see that you have a chain
Phone in the ear, propped up by the car
You pretend to want to leave, like gas
Are you hungry for retina, come on, aren't you leaving?
That ton of perfume doesn't make you a Bucharest bulletin
Damn it!
How is it done for me?
The peasants only want to embarrass Gucci and Versace
Fuck you, Drace!
How my plan works
The peasants want to embark.
only Gucci and Versace
Fuck your mouth