Lyrics of Kenzo - Tommy Gang, Lacku

Kenzo (original)

Izgubljen u gradu, ne vidim — upali svetlo
Ne pitamo ništa — uzimamo sve odjednom
Sipaj nam Prosecco, još jedno delo
Cimanje sa interima, jurimo se getom
Šalji sve u desno, mala fufa — Carrie Bradshaw
Stalno traži nešto, mrvi head i guta xan hoe, guta xan hoe
Kô bez glave trčim, cimam se za pare
Mi smo deca belog grada, nismo rasli preko bare
Nemoj molim te da pričaš šta je sranje
Videli smo svašta, al' smo ovde ostali i dalje
Stavi glavu u torbu, tu klinci prodaju robu
I rizikuju slobodu zbog otiska na pištolju
I stavi glavu u torbu i stavi keš u torbu
Oni bi hteli sa nama, ali sa nama ne mogu
U klubu trošim evre, noći su mi bele
Popili smo sve, sve, al' nećemo još kući
U separeu gas, oko mene striptizete
A mi još mladi i vrući
Auto je parkiran, sve je u komadima
Na vratovima platina, keš vadi — plati nam
Auto je parkiran, niklovana prangija
Mi smo familija, ej, mi smo mafija

(translation)

Lost in the city, I can't see - turn on the light
We don't ask anything — we take everything at once
Pour us some Prosecco, another work
Hanging out with the inters, we're chasing each other through the ghetto
Send it all to the right, little fufa - Carrie Bradshaw
He is constantly looking for something, crushing head and swallowing xan hoe, swallowing xan hoe
Like I'm running without a head, I'm scrambling for money
We are children of the white city, we didn't grow up across the pond
Please don't talk shit
We saw all kinds of things, but we still stayed here
Put your head in the bag, that's where the kids sell the goods
And they risk their freedom because of the print on the gun
And put the head in the bag and put the cash in the bag
They would like to be with us, but they can't be with us
I spend euros in the club, my nights are white
We drank everything, everything, but we're not going home yet
In the gas booth, strippers around me
And we are still young and hot
The car is parked, everything is in pieces
On platinum necks, cash out — pay us
The car is parked, nickel plated prangia
We are a family, hey, we are a mafia