| Verse 1:
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| I shake my head even in the car while driving
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| And when I'm at home, I don't feel sorry for my neighbors either
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| I'm sorry, don't knock on the battery
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| I make it louder out of spite, we continue to swing our heads
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| Hey yo mami, stop screaming, my mind is drugged
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| We love hip-hop like a carrot bucks bath
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| Give me my money we fly to the party
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| Someone on a soft sofa stares a chick from behind
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| Flappers are burning in the kitchen, there is smoke like in Amsterdam
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| The bottom is lower, the KARL KANI panties stick out
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| Attention, we easily overcome different distances
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| We close our eyes and then we fly drunk
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| I dial a number and rush to the center with the guys
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| And one hundred percent I know every meter here
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| We wind kilometers along familiar avenues
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| To this beat we shake our heads, let's do it
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| Chorus:
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| You know my handwriting
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| (Open the window and turn it up loud)
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| And it doesn't matter day or night
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| (Open the window and turn it up loud)
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| Verse 2:
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| I hide my pupils from prying eyes
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| I'm driving straight along the main road, the dark city is illuminated by advertising
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| And it's late, it's freezing outside
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| Chatter is guarding someone near ROCO BAR
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| It's not Brooklyn, though bullets rarely fly here
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| It's hot only in July, and so cold weekdays
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| The punks still smoke, under the jacket hides a bulik
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| Drinker on a spree, every day is like Russian roulette
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| Come what may, I visit the studio more and more often
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| Like it or not, we will soon taxi to your city
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| If we see each other live, ask how I live?!
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| Fascinated by this game, rhyming every day
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| Chorus:
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| You know my handwriting
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| (Open the window and turn it up loud)
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| And it doesn't matter day or night
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| (Open the window and turn it up loud)
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| Verse 3:
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| Today I'm on a roll like Bonnie and Clyde in one motor
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| In the tape recorder quietly Jazz in the background, they won't catch up with us
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| A little louder melody, more bass in the cabin
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| And in this city you will be understood in half a word
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| By an evil irony, summer snow fell on the car
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| And why then do all these people pass by
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| Tomorrow life will slip and fall on its back
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| Then keep relaxed and remember how it was
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| The old days are unlikely to come back
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| We breathe hip-hop, swear, swear
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| Wind up pieces of asphalt on the wheels
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| Heat fries through the glass, remember this date
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| There Lenin Square, Gorky, cinema at half past five
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| Relaxing, the sun in the window with bright spots
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| The city center sparkles with fashionable dresses
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| These cars with flashing lights won't catch up with us
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| … Fuck da police, they are screaming at us, all face down…
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| Chorus:
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| You know my handwriting
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| (Open the window and turn it up loud)
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| And it doesn't matter day or night
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| (Open the window and turn it up loud) |