Lyrics of Wheelin n dealin - Skiz

Wheelin n dealin (original)

I trake i znake zovi nas za paket
Ol dej evridej zanjevo ljanjeva
Tokom dana plane kućo preko dvesta panjeva
Struka mi je visok rizik zakonom zabranjena
Al šta ću rođo makar mi je rodbina prehranjena
Podlaktica ranjena mi omanjim kalibrom
A kurva kuka vrišti plače jedva sam je pribro
Egzekutor pobego je sa opel kalibrom
Našli smo ga pre par prike sada trune ibrom
Nepoznati pozivi na privatnoj mobili
Mili znojevi su nas oblili wheelin n dealin
Kucam na mozili blindirani automobili
Da vidim koji ću pošto stari su mi zaplenili
Au rođeni koji filing
Mi smo oslobođeni za dve čuke speksi zapenili
Nek si brate mili ti meni živ i zdrav
Rekao sam advokatu pa četvorku rav
Na parkingu potpisuju žurim džipa registrujem
Pa do šteka tu blizu je da burgijom se istrujem
U svakom dnevnom listu je skiz na glasu lošeme
Ćomanima nosim buru da ne idu po šeme
Vozanje valjanje in my lowrider
To je preživljavanje društvenog ves sajda
Naduvan ko gajda utačkani od pajda
Na ler mi traže daj daj rođo slaba vajda
Vozanje i valjanje kroz mračne sokake
Vozanje i valjanje bure svakojake
Vozanje i valjanje poštujem pešake
I trake i znake zovi nas za paket

(translation)

And tapes and signs, call us for a package
Ol' dey evrydej is languishing
Over two hundred stumps burn the house during the day
My profession is high risk prohibited by law
But what will I give birth to, even if my relatives are well-fed?
My forearm was wounded by a small caliber
And the whore is screaming and crying, she can barely contain herself
The executor escaped with an Opel Caliber
We found it a few minutes ago, now it's rotting away
Unknown calls on a private mobile
Sweet sweats got us wheelin n dealin
I'm typing on mozilla armored cars
To see which one I will since the old ones confiscated it
Oh dear, what a filling
We were freed for two weeks spexi foam
May my dear brother be alive and well
I told the lawyer, then the four rav
In the parking lot, they hurriedly register the jeep
Well, it's close to the rack to drill out with a drill
In every daily newspaper there is a skit on the voice of the bad
I bring storm to the Ćomani so that they don't go for the schemes
Driving rolling in my lowrider
It is the survival of the social web
Inflated like a bagpipe stuffed with pie
On the street they ask me to give, give, my dear, I'm weak
Driving and rolling through dark alleys
Driving and rolling barrels of all kinds
Driving and rolling I respect pedestrians
And tapes and signs, call us for a package