CO CIÊ BOLI (DISS) Lyrics (English Translation) – Eripe

Read the full CO CIÊ BOLI (DISS) (English Translation) lyrics by Eripe along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Intro: Bedoes 2115]
“What rules Polish hip-hop?”
It’s mostly ruled by lies.
It’s usually the one who lies best who’s at the top.
And they’re the best at covering it up.

[Verse 1: Eripe]
Okay, fu*k, end of beef with Bedoes.
He said something, you see—he likes BDSM (What?)
What hurts you so much that you’re screaming your ass off throughout the whole song?
I may be old-fashioned, but my hearing’s fine (No)
I didn’t want an apology, but I want thanks now.

Because thanks to me, for a moment, someone recognized you as a rapper.
For a moment, because you immediately went back to your cycle:
Speeches, explanations, and statements on the toilet.
I’m known here for punching and drinking beer.
And you for your plot twists and PR contortions.
Don’t you want to go back to the past? That was young Borek.
Let’s forget he was a degenerate and a scoundrel.
Am I ruining the careers of minors? (Me?)
You’re the first, and hopefully the last, to whom I do this.
You, on the other hand, help minors.
To strip after you took them to a hotel while they were drunk.
Sorry, that’s not you, that’s young Borek.
You fly a helicopter, you take care of the company.
Next time, rent a jet.
But don’t land in Krakow, unless you want new beef.

[Pre-Chorus / Scratches: Peja]
What-what-what hurts you?
Does it hurt you that much?
What-what-what-what-what-what hurts you?
What-what-what-what-what hurts you?
What hurts you?
Does it hurt you that much?

[Chorus: Eripe]

What hurts you? Does it hurt you that much?

That half the scene is fu*king you heartily here.
Pleasure and utility, passion for life, rap.
I don’t give a damn about you, and you with your beak—snap, lie.
What’s bothering you? Does it hurt you that much?
That half the scene is fu*king you heartily here.
Pleasure and utility, passion for life, rap.
I don’t give a damn about you, and you with your beak—snap, lie.

[Verse 2: Eripe]
Did you already think you won? And you’re out of luck again.
Your idols are giving me the beat so I can fu*k you up.
Bedoes? That’s “bulls*it” in English.
You don’t kiss rappers’ asses, I don’t believe it—sniff.
Me and Quebo fu*ked up the underground. And that’s a fact.
But you probably owe him more than I do.
What’s bothering you so much, this National? You had a chance.

A special project, people weren’t having much fun.
Old women don’t want to hang out with the gang—it’s terrible.
Maybe leave your heart on this stage once and for all.
You wanted to draw from the legends, but it backfired, see?

You have “Black Hawk Down,” and I have “Mamba Mentality.”
Goodness will prevail, for you, the beef is wasted.
I’m really good, and you’re really bad.
You say you’re close to God—who are you trying to fool?
There was already one close to God—his name was Judas.
I’m not bothering you anymore, because you’re probably fighting for peace.
You still have half the industry to call.
Don’t touch the punch anymore, you’ll get burned again.
You’re out of your league, are you glowing? Fu*k, are you glowing?

[Pre-chorus / Scratches: Peja]
What-what-what hurts you?
Does it hurt you that much?
What-what-what-what-what hurts you?

What-what hurts you?
Does it hurt you that much?
Yes-yes-yes-yes-yes-yes
What hurts you?
Does it hurt you that much?
Does it hurt you that much

[Chorus: Eripe]
What hurts you? Does it hurt you that much?
That half the scene is fu*king you heartily here
Business and pleasure, passion for life, rap
I don’t give a damn about you, and you with your beak – snap, lie
What hurts you? Does it hurt you that much?
That half the scene is giving you a hearty fu*k here.
Business meets pleasure, passion for life, rap.
I don’t give a damn about you, and you just—snap, lie.

[Outro: Eripe / Scratches: Peja]
Uh, no lines about being overweight, but it was tempting.
You, on the other hand, have half a song about my made-up drinking problem.
I never pretended to be a saint, I still get drunk sometimes.
But let him cast the first stone, and besides,
You drank to young Sebek, so it’s probably nothing bad, right?
And stop talking about what kind of pathology you’re from.
Launch WICK3D — “My Computer”
And remember what a charming, carefree kid you were.
Until you were consumed by dreams of becoming a gangster.
The fun’s over for me.
And you keep doing what you do best.
Lie, manipulate, confuse, apologize.
Twist, bribe, intimidate, go crazy.
Brainwash children and make money off of it.
If even one of your listeners opens their eyes after this, mission accomplished.
Salute to those who were, are, and will be with me.
Pato, pato
This is my-my-my rap.
This-this-this-this is my reality.
What kind of life is this rap-rap, it contains everything.
So finally, understand this.
You’re kidding? You’re kidding? The fu*k, you’re kidding?
You’re kidding? You’re kidding? The fu*k, you’re kidding?

Are you glowing? Are you glowing? Fu*k, are you glowing?