Krajobraz Po Uczcie Songtext / Lyric

Saw the homeboys from the days of delirium

'89 Benzes, guess who's steerin' em?

Hop into the ride, cold coolin' with the crew

They're puffin on the cheeba and guzzlin' the brew



Doin 120 in the car lane

Girl in every lap, cause that's the name of the game

Destination - come on, you know where we're goin

Don't get the wrong idea, nobody's gigolo'in



We arrived, but what we did I cannot tell

Couldn't play it on the air, cause it's kinky as hell

When the boys come together, we do the wild thing

Birds and bees, birds sing as the bees sting



Screams of passion, voice is goin' hoarse

Right in that butt with crazy force

In the morning take a shower, kiss the girl on the cheek

Slam the door shut as I enter the streets

That's how I'm livin'



Yo, that's how I'm livin'






Always on the move since the age of the child

To keep my blood pumpin' I live the wildstyle

Live, love and laugh from dawn to dust

Every day is a new day, to conquer is a must



Ask me any questions and I take the fifth

Not sayin' where we been, or who we're hangin' with

My posse's lurkin' in the heat of the night

Look into the eyes and you never see fright



Treated like superstars, lifestyle bizarre

Ridin' limos, and never drive a car

Ate seafood, hate burgers and fries

Then we trick a little, but I never tell lies



Wake up a 12 and hit the studio

Later on tonight we'll be filmin' the video

Pick up a check at the end of the day

And then I scoop up a lady, cause a man gotta play

That's how I'm livin'



Yo Muggs

Tell these motherfuckers how we're livin'



For all the niggas chill in the east, you know what I'm sayin'?

Brooklyn in effect



Like The Enforcer named Frank Nitty

See the 3 on the marquee, cause we belong to the city

Caviar dreams, champagne wishes

Makin love to high class bitches



Take you how you want it, cause we are what we are

Makin' millions, but on the faces no scars

You're rollin' with a posse, they seem to make you bolder

Talkin' mess lookin' over your shoulder



Don't worry 'bout a thing, you won't get snuffed

We pull a one-on-one and you get bumrushed

See, I live on the street, never carry a nine

Hit your heart and leave you staggerin like moonshine



Get ill as shit, shootin' celo

Got so much money, think I'm sellin' by the kilo

I ain't with it, everybody sells drugs

Left it in the past, we're educated thugs



Young (young) with an innocent look

Look at the cover, but never judge a book

Just 3, we don't gangbang

Flip your heads and make your bells ring



So yo, Muggs, tell em what we're givin'

Cause this shit is over, man, cause this is how I'm livin'