Loc-Dog - Капитан - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Hello, who's blowing here, who's blowing, who's colitis-colitis, I don't give a damn about anyone gathered on the dance floor.

'Cause I'm sick and you're sick, we're all sick, a bunch of us, who let these stimulant alcoholics in here, to the micro.

I'm free to inform you that we'll have some fun, wipe your glasses, someone came right in your hair.

While you were criticizing us, your son has already grown up and started killing himself,

Now we profit from your pocket when he goes dancing.

Hello, gentlemen, listening to Monstabit, I don't remember what day it is, what date it is.

"Fashionable" is like "water," but with the letter "M," just like a weirdo changes the letter when he makes his money. I'm not sneaking around in a BMW, I'm sneaking around with words, shooting with them more than with a gun.

Verse after verse, line after line, how are you, I'll be your captain now.

Right wheel, left wheel, even if the money's down to zero, we know where, just step on the gas, so it's wild, wild,

Who's in the back, come on, quiet, quiet, is there a disco coming up?

It's time, everyone, and I've been playing my part here, and someone's put some speck in my beer.

That's a waste, a waste, a waste, a waste, a waste, a waste, yeah, okay, what are you saying, it'll be a whole nostril.

Actually, that's not what I'm talking about, but the Earth spins faster with age; we spin it the same way we spin those who aren't with us.

Without a cigarette break, my homie cut me a loop, and I rock the crowd and two abs to it.

Then "Kareta," Kutuza Avenue, and Volgogradka. I chose the best, like in an appraiser, and rapped it into the microphone.

Tokha Krapal added a chord, taking the studio throne from the prisoners in the studio cell.

Are you happy, are you ready, everyone from the Far East to Moscow, to the Neva River, to the river.

Raised their hands, the crazy towers are shaking, we make our music, making it yours.

Peace to every home, we speak the same language, we might even know every other person in this crowd.

Music is a coming, the DJ's needle gives me an injection, I spray music into the hall and detonate a bomb.

Right hand drive, left hand drive, even if it's a dead money drive, we know where it is, just step on the gas, make it wild, wild,

Who's in the back, come on, quiet, quiet, is there a disco going on?

It's time, everyone, and I've been playing my part, and someone's poured some speck into my beer.

That's a waste, a waste, a waste, a waste, a waste, a waste, yeah, okay, what are you saying, it'll be a whole nose.

Right hand drive, left hand drive, even if it's a dead money drive, we know where it is, just step on the gas, make it wild, wild,

Who's in the back, come on, quiet, quiet, is there a disco going on? It's time, every channel, and here I am, playing for my channel and someone threw some speck in my beer.

That's a waste, a waste, a waste, a waste, a waste, a waste, yeah, okay, what are you saying, it'll be a whole nostril.