бабангида - Будулай
текст песни

I buy marijuana in a gypsy camp
Without Polyva, do you need her?
I sells a lame tila, cops fucked him,
Do not buy a plan from him, I know a lot about these matters.

Microphone stand, how much
A couple of hacks and undertook to read rap
In my yard, I am a local doctor Dre
I read MS walnut last fall
But it has already merged
Now I read rap alone in January
As before the solo
At the bus stop, for the songs of Kobzon
I was dressed in a special style of sneakers
But now there is nothing to loom
In the fall and winter, to the songs of Quasimoto
We read rap, it fucked someone
How much do you smoke in a day
Ask me for sure
We scored a couple of torpedoes, and began to write the text
We are writers, no worse than Alexander Isaevich Solzhenitsyn
This rooster was torn under the bunks, now I
The only rapper in Kaliningrad
All the rest of the bullshit, believe me a brother.

I buy marijuana in a gypsy camp
Without Polyva, do you need her?
I sells a lame tila, cops fucked him,
Guys, buy a plan from him,
He knows a lot about these matters, yo