Lyrics of Vi' Ligeglade - Pede B, Cab

Vi' Ligeglade - Pede B, Cab
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Vi' Ligeglade, artist - Pede B. Album song Et Barn Af Tiderne, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 18.09.2005
Record label: PB
Song language: Danish

Vi' Ligeglade

(original)
Vi ligeglade vi sætter ild i taget
Og vi kører den dyre stil på en billig plade
Der sku' være være vin og cigar, men hey chill vi flade
Så der er bajer og joints og folk er virkelig glade
Vi ligeglade vi sætter ild i taget
Og vi kører den dyre stil på en billig plade
Vi havde ik' penge til stripperne så de lige skredet
Men vores homeboys er med og folk er virkelig glade
Den her er til alle mine drenge der skidder på rap glamour
Har bajer i en faktakurv og attitude der klart er sur
Løver fra en taxatur og kun hylder velbehag
Har losset venners døre ind, men undskylder næste dag
Dumme ting sker, når denne mand fuldgår
på tynd is skudsår
Til min forstand udgår, alt for lam og stiv vader
På dybt vand en syg mand der godt ku' bruge en livredder
Vi ligeglade, vanskelige og i et andet gear
Stive mænd på scenen for der er ikke råd til dansepiger
Kan de lir, ik' så skide svær at underholde
Vælter rundt og råber højt selvom klokken kun er 12
Ka' ik' komme ind på grund af gummisko og hættetrøje
Slår ik' piger men gir' en tåbelig so et sæbeøje
Jeg er stiv, de folk skal ikke gå og tro de kæmpe høje
Mit pennestrøg sender folk til hospitalets ventefløj
Vi ligeglade vi sætter ild i taget
Og vi kører den dyre stil på en billig plade
Der sku' være være vin og cigar, men hey chill vi flade
Så der er bajer og joints og folk er virkelig glade
Vi ligeglade vi sætter ild i taget
Og vi kører den dyre stil på en billig plade
Vi havde ik' penge til stripperne så de lige skredet
Men vores homeboys er med og folk er virkelig glade
Jeg tænder mikrofonen og ordene kommer let
Og knepper mc’ere der tror de nummer et
Skåner ik' håner lidt jeg syns det er lidt underligt
At det eneste du laver involverer mund og pik
Fucking dummernik jeg troede at alle tumper vidst'
At man skal humme sig lidt når CB dumper hits
Ryst din gump og twist hvis du en munter chick
Og hvis du grum og big så tænd en blunt og nik
Folk sir' oh shit når vi bomber gigs
Vi brænder ikke bare taget af det mere end bunker svigt
Dine numre er skits, du en bims og en bitch
Yo jeg er typen der tilfreds med en klump og et mix
Rul den rundt og et slik så jeg godt begyndt og
Jeg ude efter papir det ik' nok med mønter
Dine folk de klynker, det ik' så tit i kan grine
Jeg som Idi Amin gi' mig en bid af dit team
Ser' du jeg er en af dem du ik' vil fuck med PT
Jeg skidder på det hele som et offentligt WC
Min stil er grov og flabet og din blir' overhalet
Vi den ægte vare mens i ligner coverbandet
Vi ligeglade vi sætter ild i taget
Og vi kører den dyre stil på en billig plade
Der sku' være være vin og cigar, men hey chill vi flade
Så der er bajer og joints og folk er virkelig glade
Vi ligeglade vi sætter ild i taget
Og vi kører den dyre stil på en billig plade
Vi havde ik' penge til stripperne så de lige skredet
Men vores homeboys er med og folk er virkelig glade
Yo jeg et flokdyr, og det vil sige jeg bedst i et crew
En fucked fyr der drikker og skidder på om der er fest lige nu
Og fornyr min stil der slår de hæslige itu
Et påstyr, en bombe plade du kan teste i din stue
Om det officielt shit eller om vi skal brænde skiver
Viser verden er fucked up, ligesom Aqua Lenes sangskriver
Mange piver, vi lægger det over et sejere track
Mig og Cab gør du anerkender hvis du plejer' at rap
Sviner lorterappere mens du kæler for narren
Jeg stadig ham der kæler for varren og stjæler fra baren
Typen der skriver rim til han løber tør for papir
Som den største fakir for i gør hvad jeg sir'
Vi' ligeglade men har stadig et par mål vi skal opnå
For mennesket slår dobbelt så hårdt når det blir' trådt på
Som et insekt forsvind knægt, min potpose
Gør jeg slapper af, ikke flipper ud som Vollsmose
Cool stab i fuldskab, det godt at bringe nogle
Man hører mit lort på gaden som en nokia ringetone
Gadeplan antiklimaks du ved hvor det bærer hen
Desværre men, folk de lytter til det lort vi lærer dem
Vi ligeglade vi sætter ild i taget
Og vi kører den dyre stil på en billig plade
Der sku' være være vin og cigar, men hey chill vi flade
Så der er bajer og joints og folk er virkelig glade
Vi ligeglade vi sætter ild i taget
Og vi kører den dyre stil på en billig plade
Vi havde ik' penge til stripperne så de lige skredet
Men vores homeboys er med og folk er virkelig glade
(translation)
We do not care we set fire to the roof
And we run the expensive style on a cheap record
There should be wine and cigars, but hey chill we flat
So there are beers and joints and people are really happy
We do not care we set fire to the roof
And we run the expensive style on a cheap record
We did not have money for the strippers so they just slipped
But our homeboys are in and people are really happy
This one is for all my boys who shit on rap glamor
Have beers in a fact basket and attitude that is clearly sour
Lions from a taxi ride and only pays homage to well-being
Has unloaded friends' doors but apologizes the next day
Stupid things happen when this man completes
on thin ice gunshot wounds
To my mind deleted, way too lame and stiff wader
In deep water a sick man who could use a lifeguard
We indifferent, difficult and in a different gear
Rigid men on stage because there is no money for dancing girls
Can they lir, ik 'so fucking hard to entertain
Rolls around and shouts loudly even though it is only 12 o'clock
Ka 'ik' come in because of rubber shoes and a hoodie
Do not hit 'girls but give' a foolish sow a soap eye
I'm stiff, those people should not go and believe the giant high
My pen stroke sends people to the hospital waiting area
We do not care we set fire to the roof
And we run the expensive style on a cheap record
There should be wine and cigars, but hey chill we flat
So there are beers and joints and people are really happy
We do not care we set fire to the roof
And we run the expensive style on a cheap record
We did not have money for the strippers so they just slipped
But our homeboys are in and people are really happy
I turn on the microphone and the words come easily
And fuck motorcycles who think they are number one
I'm not mocking a little, I think it's a little strange
That the only thing you do involves mouth and cock
Fucking dummernik I thought all bumps knew '
That you have to hum a little when CB dumps hits
Shake your butt and twist if you're a cheerful chick
And if you are grim and big then turn on a blunt and nod
People sir 'oh shit when we bomb gigs
We do not just burn the roof of it more than piles of failure
Your numbers are skits, you a pimp and a bitch
Yo I'm the type who's happy with a lump and a mix
Roll it around and a candy so I well started and
I'm looking for paper it not enough coins
Your people they whine, you can not laugh so often
I, as Idi Amin, give myself a bite of your team
See 'you I're one of those you do not want to fuck with PT
I shit on it all like a public WC
My style is rough and flabby and yours is being 'overtaken'
We the real thing while you look like the cover band
We do not care we set fire to the roof
And we run the expensive style on a cheap record
There should be wine and cigars, but hey chill we flat
So there are beers and joints and people are really happy
We do not care we set fire to the roof
And we run the expensive style on a cheap record
We did not have money for the strippers so they just slipped
But our homeboys are in and people are really happy
Yo I'm a herd animal and that means I'm best in a crew
A fucked guy drinking and shitting on whether there's a party right now
And renew my style that beats the ugly ones
A fuss, a bomb plate you can test in your living room
Whether it's official shit or whether we should burn discs
Showing the world is fucked up, just like Aqua Lene's songwriter
Many beeps, we put it over a cooler track
Me and Cab do you recognize if you tend to rap
Pig shit rappers while petting the fool
I still him who caresses the varren and steals from the bar
The guy who writes rhymes until he runs out of paper
As the greatest fakir for you do what I say '
We're indifferent but still have a few goals we need to achieve
For man strikes twice as hard when he is' stepped on
Like an insect, kid, my pot bag disappears
Makes me relax, not freak out like Vollsmose
Cool staff in drunkenness, good to bring some
You hear my shit on the street like a nokia ringtone
Street level anticlimax you know where it leads to
Unfortunately though, people they listen to the shit we teach them
We do not care we set fire to the roof
And we run the expensive style on a cheap record
There should be wine and cigars, but hey chill we flat
So there are beers and joints and people are really happy
We do not care we set fire to the roof
And we run the expensive style on a cheap record
We did not have money for the strippers so they just slipped
But our homeboys are in and people are really happy
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