Lyrics of Fumuri si hamace - Zale, Funky

Fumuri si hamace (original)

stam si fumam intr-un conac, yo
un cerc intr-un copac (?), yo
sunt cu jack si cu rak, yo
pentru relax am sa te scot din trac, yo
nu discuta ce fac yo, de ce esti prostanac, yo
fac eforturi mari sa te si plac,
de ce vii sa imi pui capac, stii ce?
mai da-te in spanac, yo
yo, yo, fac ce vreau eu nu doar ce vrei tu
sa stii ca-ti dau un bobarnac doar daca ma deranjezi din hamac
tu nici n-o sa stii ca ma prefac ma privesti buimac
in timp ce cu vrajala mea pot sa te dezbrac
fetelor le dau numai afrodisiac
pentru ca vreau sa vad cu mult mai mult de un crac
in timp ce la petreceri vreau sa ma imbib in coniac
sa cante 50cent, Eminem si 2pac, yo
zi-mi doar bon jour sau bon soir
acum dispar dar am sa revin pe refren cu jack si cu rak
toate fetele danseaza cu noi
daca ai ramas fara versuri
baga o proba de mic, 1, 2
toti oamenii mei sa cante cu noi
daca ai ramas fara voce
baga o proba de vin din butoi
venit pe ecran dansez la tine in timpan
castig o suma de bani strang orice mana de fani
precum un bun cetatean culeg boschetii din lan
si nu-mi doresc un mertan fara piscina si han
doresc oricarui golan sa aiba acelasi bulan
ca un baiat adrian, macar o data pe an
ia de gratar un ciortan si un curcan de copan
pune spritane in pahare si fi-ne tu capitan
fac trafic cu martini spre rinichi cu toti rechinii
ne urmaresc sirene in mini sutien si bichini
plonjam la fundul piscinei ca delfinii
cand vecinii isi clatesc ochiul prin binoclu din fundu' gradinii
fleasca in gasca ne asezam in preajma, toti cu cate o ceasca
mai tragem o dusca, fiert vinul gusta-l, tot in cap te-mpusca
pe o strada scurta ma duc sa ma plimb
oamenii mei au flow, deci oamenii mei fac show
insa orice tipa tipa cand la microfon sunt eu
sus in pod din nou yo va ofer acest cadou
100 de gin si un vin de moare Romeo
zale numero uno la tine in ghetto
cand albumul il vezi la orice mare boss in birou
ca un bibelou priponit in torpedou
dai la maxim, toti pietonii raman tablou
ardem orice Jiji din Bucuresti in Fiji privind in fata
sa ramanem in viata ca Bee Gees
(?) la ai mei le crapa blugii pe ei
le dam vertigii ca n-avem glume cu micii
derulam delicii, ne plimbam agale
in timp ce ne receptionezi pe 3 sau 5 canale
adormit in vale sari din pijamale
cand in geam iti bate beatu' din hitu' lu' zale

(translation)

we sit and smoke in a mansion, yo
a circle in a tree (?), yo
I'm with jack and rak, yo
for relaxation I will get you out of trouble, yo
don't discuss what yo do, why you're stupid, yo
I work hard to please you,
why are you coming to put a lid on me, you know what?
give yourself more spinach, yo
yo, yo, I do what I want, not just what you want
to know that I'll only give you a bang if you bother me with a hammock
You won't even know I'm pretending you're looking at me in a daze
while with my spell I can undress you
I only give girls an aphrodisiac
because I want to see much more than a trouser leg
while at parties I want to soak in brandy
sa cante 50cent, Eminem si 2pac, yo
just tell me good morning or good evening
now I'm disappearing but I'll be back on the chorus with jack and rak
all the girls are dancing with us
if you ran out of lyrics
put a small sample, 1, 2
let all my men sing with us
if you lost your voice
put a sample of wine in the barrel
came to the screen dancing to you in the eardrum
I earn a sum of money I raise any handful of fans
like a good citizen I gather the bushes from the field
and I don't want a meringue without a pool and an inn
I want everyone to have the same bullshit
like a boy Adrian, at least once a year
grill a bat and a turkey
put sprites in glasses and be our captain
I trade martinis to the kidneys with all the sharks
mermaids in mini bras and bikinis are watching us
we dive to the bottom of the pool like dolphins
when the neighbors rinse their eyes with binoculars from the back of the garden
flea in the gang we sit around, all with a cup
we take another shower, boil the wine and taste it, it still shoots you in the head
on a short street I go for a walk
My people have a flow, so my people do a show
but any girl screams when I'm at the microphone
up in the attic again yo give you this gift
100 gin and a Romeo mill wine
zale number one keeps you in the ghetto
when you see the album at any big boss in the office
like a trinket stuck in a glove compartment
make the most of it, all pedestrians remain in the picture
we burn any Jiji from Bucharest to Fiji looking ahead
to stay alive as Bee Gees
(?) my family's jeans are cracking
we make them dizzy because we don't have jokes with the little ones
we were delighted, we walked leisurely
while receiving us on 3 or 5 channels
asleep in the valley jump out of his pajamas
when in the window he beats you drunk from the hitu 'lu' zale