More songs by Jongmen
Description
It smells of cheap whiskey, ambition, and self-irony mixed with bravado. Here, every line is like a blow on the table - loud, sharp, but with a smirk. The world is divided into “I did it” and “they couldn't,” and there is a certain justice in this division. Everything is in motion: cities, names, countries - and underneath it all is the same desire to prove that rising from rags to riches was not in vain. A little theater, a little criminal glamour - and not a shred of shame for one's own audacity. After all, who said that the truth can't sound like rap accompanied by sirens and fireworks?
Lyrics and translation
Original
Proceder Catchi and Krystian Youngman will tell you the story of Warsaw life nowadays.
Kali kali Medellin. Trzy petardy z Kolumbii. Jeszcze dwie San Paulo Brazil.
Dzwonię po kumpli. Zakręci się parę dubli. Każda jest boska. Connection Tirana,
Sydney, Warszawa, Polska. International kryminal. Na łapie różowe złoto.
Nie zimna stal. Ja gadam, a nie seplenię jak Czesiek Mozil.
Zadbany i podziargany jak gangster z Osila. Zawsze gotowy na wjazd. Nie zjada mnie trema.
Przyłóż ucho do ulicy, zapytaj o Youngmana. Pierdolą coś nie na temat. Zazdrosne facki.
Jeden z drugim nowo biedny bogacki. Znowu są bez szansy.
Znowu są za późno, a ośmiornicy macki łechtają moją fruszkę. Szukać możesz na próżno Tuchaczyka wiwi.
Just enjoy your fucking life, that's what I mean. Jebłem Ariane Grande na Mykonos.
Tobie nikt nie uwierzy nawet po linii w nos.
Jebłem Jessicę Albę w Los Angeles, a ciebie jebał pies. Jebłem Ariane Grande na Mykonos.
Tobie nikt nie uwierzy nawet po linii w nos.
Jebłem Jessicę Albę w Los Angeles, a ciebie jebał pies. Do wszystkiego od zera. Gdzie ty jesteś teraz?
Spokojnie, intencja tak jak prawda szczera. Kurwa po trupach wciąż do celu goni.
Tu niedaleko pada jabłko od Japonii. Czeska czarna eska stoi na winklu.
Idealny zestaw jak kreska po drinku.
Tu każdy chce się spróbować nawet i lamus i spełniać swój kolumbijski sen z Amsterdamu. Fajańsiarzu nie czaruj, że oryginalna mąka.
Prawdziwa jak ty, cienka jak sik pająka. Statystyki dla publiki się bieży jak wiki.
Niebieski ptaszek na Insta wciąż jest nikim. Chcesz mieć zdrowe nawyki, czuć się jak pan?
A poszłem, lubiałem, wziąłem. Jebany cham.
Odpowiedź odszukaj sam i wrzucaj wsteczny między palcem wskazującym a serdecznym. Fuck.
-Of Warsaw life nowadays. -Ariana Grande suko dziś cię tu nie ma.
Wjeżdża Marek Catchi do Krystiana Youngmana.
To nie są czerstwe gadki tak -jak chleb na Białołęce. -International organized crime.
Do przodu prędzej. Gołębie serce tak jak u Mike'a Tysona. Sprzedałaś kurwo raz.
Jesteś skończona. Historia przecież lubi często zatoczyć koło.
Na całym świecie mordo przykitranych ludzi sporo. Organy nie śpią. Łowcy cieni wiecznie w akcji.
Nie próżnują kurwy, aby dostarczyć atrakcji.
Rock'n'roll, Interpol, red no flashing boy get ready. Na oriencie cały czas, aby nie zaliczyć gleby.
Nie jak pojeby, co za hajs poświęcą wszystko.
Kiedyś był dobry chłopak, teraz to zwykłe kurwisko.
Jebłem Ariane Grande na Mykonos. Tobie nikt nie uwierzy nawet po linii w nos.
Jebłem Jessicę Albę w Los Angeles, a ciebie jebał pies. Jebłem Ariane Grande na Mykonos.
Tobie nikt nie uwierzy nawet po linii w nos.
Jebłem Jessicę Albę w Los Angeles, a ciebie jebał pies. Do wszystkiego od zera. Gdzie ty jesteś teraz?
Spokojnie, intencja tak jak prawda szczera.
English translation
Proceder Catchi and Krystian Youngman will tell you the story of Warsaw life nowadays.
Kali kali Medellin. Three firecrackers from Colombia. Two more San Paulo Brazil.
I'm calling my friends. There will be a few doubles. Each one is divine. Connection Tirana,
Sydney, Warsaw, Poland. International criminal. Rose gold on the paw.
Not cold steel. I talk, not a lisp like Czesiek Mozil.
Well-groomed and torn like a gangster from Osil. Always ready for entry. I'm not consumed by stage fright.
Put your ear to the street, ask for Youngman. They're talking about something off-topic. Jealous guys.
One by one, the newly poor and the rich. They have no chance again.
They're too late again, and the octopus's tentacles are tickling my pussy. You can search in vain for a Tuchaczyk wiwi.
Just enjoy your fucking life, that's what I mean. I fucked Ariana Grande in Mykonos.
No one will believe you, even after a line in the nose.
I was fucking Jessica Alba in Los Angeles, and you were being fucked by a dog. I fucked Ariana Grande in Mykonos.
No one will believe you, even after a line in the nose.
I was fucking Jessica Alba in Los Angeles, and you were being fucked by a dog. Everything from scratch. Where are you now?
Don't worry, the intention is as honest as the truth. The whore is still chasing his goal.
The apple doesn't fall far from Japan here. A Czech black eska stands on a corner.
The perfect set, like a line after a drink.
Here, everyone wants to try it, even if it's a beginner, and fulfill their Colombian dream from Amsterdam. You idiot, don't pretend that it's original flour.
As real as you are, thin as spider piss. Statistics for the public run like a wiki.
The blue bird on Insta is still a nobody. Do you want to have healthy habits and feel like a man?
And I went, I liked it, I took it. Fucking boor.
Find the answer yourself and put it in reverse between your index and ring fingers. Fuck.
-Of Warsaw life nowadays. -Ariana Grande, bitch, you're not here today.
Marek Catchi enters for Krystian Youngman.
These are not stale things like the bread in Białołęka. -International organized crime.
Forward sooner. A dove heart, just like Mike Tyson's. You sold it one fucking time.
You're finished. History often likes to come full circle.
There are a lot of dirty people all over the world. The organs don't sleep. Shadow hunters always in action.
Whores are not wasting their time to provide attractions.
Rock'n'roll, Interpol, red no flashing boy get ready. In the orientation all the time, so as not to lose ground.
Not like fuckers, what a load of money they will sacrifice everything.
He used to be a good boy, now he's just a whore.
I fucked Ariana Grande in Mykonos. No one will believe you, even after a line in the nose.
I was fucking Jessica Alba in Los Angeles, and you were being fucked by a dog. I fucked Ariana Grande in Mykonos.
No one will believe you, even after a line in the nose.
I was fucking Jessica Alba in Los Angeles, and you were being fucked by a dog. Everything from scratch. Where are you now?
Don't worry, the intention is as honest as the truth.