COOKIT! (ESTORER OST) Lyrics (English Translation) – Kolja Goldstein

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[Intro]
(Slušaj)
I know you're gonna dig this
Wuah

[Hook]
Ah, I was born into poverty (Wey)
Today the gas is flying around our ears, drug dealing
Cook it, cook it, cook it, cook it
Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, push it
Maybach for three hundred grand
It's the latest, so slightly understated
Throwing it in designer boutiques, with Natz in cafes
Commitment to gambling, seeing what else is going on

[Part]
Brother, everyone wants my head, I don't wanna go to hell
Shooting for drügs, it's quick for dollars
Let them come, wey
It's all about dollars, it's all about tons
My ex-partner gets sawed up in his Daimler coupe in the driveway
Hamid looks at me, he says: "Screw him, just think about yourself.
Just about the money, look how easy it is."
How God abandons you, I puke, I feel sick.
This is my job, this business, he'll still be avenged (Pah, pah).
If I'd known all this, I would never have done it.
This is my everyday life, I have to go to war every day.
Hood pulled down over my face.
I don't care what I have, I want to know how much there is left.
Can is the lowest of the low.
Your mom is more of a man than you, have you hidden in the internet?
Yakary doesn't need protection.
Until I tell his mother: "I'll blow up your house."
Sitting at Starbucks, you call me Abi a hundred times.
I'm your father, who's fu*king your m*mmy?
He still lives at home, he lacks self-confidence.

Shut your mouth, otherwise I'll blow up your parents' house.
We're ruthless and fu*ked up.
This goes out to every son of a b!tch who does mashkal.