Padre Pakessa – Panama Lyrics
Artist: Padre Pakessa
Song: Panama
Ja, Stipe, Padre, free III. Čin
Podrum, turban, kubanski đir
Dobiješ penkalu, na hitnoj sokić na arkadu
Ne možeš virovat koliko smo real
Podočnjaci crni, nos mi je bil
Kad nestane mi bilog, brate, šakom tučem zid
Klin se klinom izbija, šipkom glava razbija
Pancir nije pička da se samo jednom probija
Đava šalu odnija kad je Grše prišu donija
Na stolu fina roba, brate, čet’ri boce Johnnieja
Deset Ukrajinki sa nama, točnije, na nama
Bacim te u kanal, brate, znači, Panama
Stani u krug sa nama đanama, Panama, đinanama
Granama se gađamo, s bakljom se rađamo
Dim se širi s tavana, ma kakva, brate, Havana
Dođi nam u centar, pitaj di je gradska kavana
Ovo je sranje tako dobro da na njemu
Možeš silovat jebenu Carlu Del Ponte
Kujo vadi novce za najboljе sorte
Sad je vrime kad sе načimaju torte (Daj komad)
{?} smo od pelina i tekućega spida
Ova sela okolna znaju što je prava spiza
To je prva liga, sada govorim bez stida
Znan neke Švabice šta deru dobrog zida
Ilegalni poslovi, dopusti da se predstavim
Bog je tu da sastavi, Travarica da rastavi
Lubanje na zastavi, glavni smo na nastavi
Kazna je na zastari, a slijedeći nek’ nastavi
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Cvmpo – Dimenticare Chi Sei.
KRESTALL / Courier – Уровень
Panama Lyrics – English Translation
I, Stipe, Padre, FREE III. Rank
Bas#ment, Turban, Cuban Đir
You get a pen, on the emergency room on the arkade
You can’t see how much real we are
Underponds black, my nose is bil
When there is a loudness of me, brother, with a fist to beat the wall
The wedge is erupted, the head of his head breaks
The armor is not a cunt to just break through
The devil joke is still when the Greece is the Priša Donija
On the table Fine Goods, brother, Thursday bottles Johnnie
Ten Ukrainians with us, more precisely, on us
I throw you in a channel, bro, so Panama
Stop in a circle with us Giants, Panama, Djinanam
We shake branches, with a torch we are born
Smoke spreads with the attic, whatever, brother, Havana
Come to us in the center, ask Di is the town of Cava
This sucks so good to do on it
You can force f#cking Carla del Ponte
Kujo Vadi money for best varieties
Now it’s screaming when they get some cakes (give a piece)
{?} We’re from Pelina and Liquid Speed
These villages are surrounding what is real spease
It’s the first league I’m talking without shame now
Liked some Swabians what a good wall
Illegal jobs, let me introduce myself
God is here to make up, the travarica to part
Zastava skulls, we are main on class
The punishment is out of limitations, and next to Nek ‘Continue
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Padre Pakessa Lyrics – Panama
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From the album:
Best of Volume 1 [Explicit]
Release Year: 1984