Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kroz Grad, artist - Who See. Date of issue: 13.07.2014
Song language: Bosnian
Kroz Grad(original) |
| Još jedno obično veče grada moga |
| Neki se keče, neki šmrču droga |
| Pičke se peče jer bi htjele «onoga'' |
| A mi bismo nečeg' da pijemo s noga |
| Puna ulica, tona turista |
| Sjaj guzica lijepih curica |
| Muzika gruva i dim iz lulica |
| Svuđe se duva, totalna ludnica |
| A u lokale đe fenseri izlaze |
| Lome bokale, nekog lika gaze |
| Vrište male, pršte flaše |
| Krvave glave lik leži zgažen |
| Jebiga bate, u moj grad je tako |
| Ko tebi mater ti njega šakom |
| Kod nas to ti je nepisan zakon |
| Da bog da se ne mak’o ako te lag’o |
| Sijeva novogradnja, svuđe sve je moderno |
| I sekjuriti nas moli da odemo |
| Onda kod nekoga doma zabodemo |
| Spalimo pa opet u grad dođemo |
| Fristajl, svima naša rima se sviđa |
| Trista ljudi samo osmjehe viđam |
| Kesa pića se 'ladi u plićak |
| I svaku noć smo dok ne počne svićat' |
| Svuda tuda kroz grad |
| Od sumraka do svitanja điram k’o kakva bitanga |
| Bez ikakvog hitanja biram poziciju i taj rad |
| S ponte čuju ekipe, pjesmice i gitara |
| Evergrin balade me golicaju do riganja |
| Sledeća destinacija; |
| na burek kod šiptara |
| Pa u dragstor pivo, barem nekoliko litara |
| Ka' je prsla šema, odnosno bila je ispala |
| Zvao sam ostale da vidim đe se fristajla |
| Od kantuna do kantuna tuda svuda |
| U noć, u dan rodna gruda vazda budna |
| I prati i snima u civilu udba |
| Izvrću čudno odjevene da se nađe gudra |
| Iz kafića tuku bitovi 200 bpm |
| Gradska krema đuska, mi smo na bedem |
| Kad smo tu svi ovo je najbolji grad |
| Za štekove, điranje, kečenje u debeli 'lad |
| Svuda tuda kroz grad |
| (translation) |
| Another ordinary evening of my city |
| Some sneeze, some sniff drugs |
| Pussies are baked because they want "that" |
| And we would like something to drink from our feet |
| Full street, tons of tourists |
| The glow of the asses of beautiful girls |
| Music rumbles and smoke from the pipes |
| It's blowing everywhere, total madness |
| And the fans will go out to the bars |
| Lome jugs, some guy gauze |
| Screaming small, bursting bottles |
| The bloody-headed figure lies trampled |
| Fuck dude, that's how it is in my city |
| Like your mother, you punch him |
| With us, it is an unwritten law |
| God forbid he lied to you |
| New construction shines, everything is modern everywhere |
| And security begs us to leave |
| Then we stab at someone's home |
| We burn and come to town again |
| Freestyle, everyone likes our rhyme |
| Three hundred people just see smiles |
| A bag of drinks is chilled in the shallows |
| And every night we are until it starts to light ' |
| Everywhere through the city |
| From dusk to dawn, I run like a bastard |
| Without any rush, I choose the position and that work |
| From the bridge they hear bands, songs and guitars |
| Evergreen ballads tickle me to burps |
| Next destination; |
| on burek at Shiptar |
| Well in a dragstor beer, at least a few liters |
| The scheme broke, that is, it fell out |
| I called the others to see if she was freezing |
| From canton to canton everywhere |
| At night, during the day, the birthplace is always awake |
| And follows and records in civilian clothes udba |
| They twist strangely dressed to find a gudra |
| 200 bpm bits are beating from the cafe |
| City cream, we are on the ramparts |
| When we are all here this is the best city |
| For chests, gnawing, wrestling in a thick 'lad |
| Everywhere through the city |