Lyrics of Gangsterski maniri - Skiz

Gangsterski maniri (original)

U interesu nije im da gandžu legalizuju
Svaki dan na njoj nulu na cifru nanizuju
Kao mali bacao kamena s ramena
Iz čista mira sad po klubu razbacio barmena
Sintradol i tramadol za trodon su zamena
Leti se fura garderoba lanena
Posle kombine zna se ko pokupi mas
Znaj kad ekipa se sakupi ko izvadi čast
Naše felne sijaju motori zavijaju
Za tri sekunde do sto kilometara razvijaju
Prangijaju rođe na sve sumnjivo što prođe
Koga navataju živog bude i oplođen
Ne d’o bog kroz mošinu da prođeš namrgođen
U najgorem slučaju letećeš sa lođe

(translation)

It is not in their interest to legalize ganja
Every day, they string zero on the number
As a child he threw a stone from his shoulder
Out of pure peace, he now threw the bartender around the club
Sintradol and tramadol for trodone are substitutes
In the summer, a linen wardrobe is all the rage
After the combine, you know who will pick up the weight
Know when the team gathers who takes the honor
Our rims shine, engines roar
They develop up to a hundred kilometers in three seconds
Relatives snap at anything suspicious that passes by
Whoever is visited is alive and fertilized
For God's sake, you don't go through the moshin with a frown
In the worst case, you will fly from the loggia