Orgi-E — City2musik (Hva Glor Du På) song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "City2musik (Hva Glor Du På)" by Orgi-E.
Lyrics
Fængselsorkesteret spiller for sidste gang
Det ene nye kvarter efter det andet, skyder op
Araberhusene kaldte nogle byen
Og det kunne nok ligne en stenørken de første år, men vent os se,
til træerne er vokset op, og det har vi gjort
Det ligner sådan et bedre fængsel, det er noget møg det hele her ude
Jeg arbejder her ude, men jeg vil ikke bo her (men jeg vil ikk' bo her,
men jeg vil ikk' bo her…)
Der' ingen fucking stress, jeg' født på tidens holdeplads
Remouladestræder hvor folk de flasher i jogging-dress
Med en stjålet taske under armen, når de på vej op og vask
Dolk og bat — dårligt match, vokset op med folk, der gi’r ordentlig klask
Din nabo stjæler din' ting og sælger dem tilbage til dig
To dage efter, hvis der' noget tilbage til dig
Vi' laveste fællesnævner, der ævler for at hævd' os
Højtrystende med knojern købt i Polen for at tæv' dig
Og vi si’r: «Hey, hva' glor du på?!» (hey hey) Hvad glor du på?!
(Hey) Hva' glor du på?! (Hey hey) Hva' glor du på?!
(Hey) Hva' glor du på?! (Hey hey) Hva' glor du på?!
(Hey) Hva' glor du på?! (Hey hey) Hva' glor du på?!
Knallert 45 hakket, siden jeg var 16
Mike Tyson på mit TV, købt uden regning
Ordentlig rejsning på til Kanal K og egen signing
Eget pladeselskab — selvskabt mig-forretning
Der står, «knæk og bræk», på siden af vores firmabiler
Vestegnens slemme drenge besidder alle virkemidler
Cirkelspark, træningshave, gaspistoler, slag i maven
Kastestjerner, rygeklubber med ludere i mandelgave
Plastik fortænder, silikone patter
Hvor du er far til tre børn, men ikk' din kones datter
Pædagoger der på druk siden '68, der ta’r sig personligt af dig
Du må luk' og sluk' for salg af hash på grund af beboerklager
Steroidebrider, protein pulver
Gemmer tjald i støvsugeren, sælger det fra et lille hummer
Vi' vilde unger, røver dig og pisser på dig
Har baldret skaller mod WC kummer, så vi sir.
Og vi si’r: «Hey, hva' glor du på?!» (Hey hey) Hvad glor du på?!
(Hey) Hva' glor du på?! (Hey hey) Hva' glor du på?!
(Hey) Hva' glor du på?! (Hey hey) Hva' glor du på?!
(Hey) Hva' glor du på?! (Hey hey) Hva' glor du på?!
Ikk' noget hipster pis, det' City2 musik
Så la' det lort lig' (la-la, la' det, la' det lort lig')
Ikk' noget hipster pis, det' City2 musik
Så la' det lort lig' (la-la, la' det, la' det lig')
Vi kører retorik blandt folk, der tror, de' gode til politik
Hvor du' tretten år første gang, at du får suttet pik
Hårde gutter tusser fylder dig med trusler, der ikk' holder stik
(Hey) Hva' glor du på?! Nyt kussen eller hold dig væk
Lægger det ned for de folk, der forstår, hvor vi kommer fra, hvor de kender en
bride
Perkere, albanere, danskere taler — proletarer med en verden af planer
Panser med mentalitet ligesom gangsters, gangster lever højt på narkomaner
Ekstremer, vi river jern og træner, altid familien bag mig
Og vi si’r: «Hey, hva' glor du på?!» (Hey hey) Hvad glor du på?!
(Hey) Hva' glor du på?! (Hey hey) Hva' glor du på?!
(Hey) Hva' glor du på?! (Hey hey) Hva' glor du på?!
(Hey) Hva' glor du på?! Hvad fuck-fuck, glor du på?!
(Hey) Hva' glor du på?!" (Hey hey) Hvad glor du på?!
(Hey) Hva' glor du på?! (Hey hey) Hva' glor du på?!
(Hey) Hva' glor du på?! (Hey hey) Hva' glor du på?!
(Hey) Hva' glor du på?! Hvad fuck-fuck, glor du på?!
Galgebakken
Galgebakken
Min familie og jeg vi trives vældig godt her
Jeg har talt med mange mennesker, og de er allesammen vældig tilfredse.
Både med husene og med alt det, der bliver gjort ved trivslen herude
Lyrics translation
The prison orchestra plays for the last time
One new neighborhood after another, shoots up
The Arab houses called some the city
And it might look like a stone desert the first few years, but wait a minute,
until the trees have grown up, and we have
It looks like such a better prison, it sucks it all out here
I work out here, but I don't want to live here (but I don't want to live here,
but I don't want to live here…)
There 'no fucking stress, I' born at the end of time
Remouladestre where people they flash in jogging-dress
With a stolen bag under the arm when on the way up and wash
Dagger and bat-bad match, grown up with people who give a shit
Your neighbor steals your ' stuff and sells them back to you
Two days after, if there's anything left for you
We're the lowest common denominator that yells to claim US
Loud shaking with brass knuckles bought in Poland to beat you up
And we say, " Hey, what are you looking at?!"(hey hey) what are you looking at?!
(Hey) what are you looking at?! (Hey hey) what are you looking at?!
(Hey) what are you looking at?! (Hey hey) what are you looking at?!
(Hey) what are you looking at?! (Hey hey) what are you looking at?!
Moped 45 chopped since I was 16
Mike Tyson on my TV, bought without a bill
Proper erection on to channel K and own signing
Own record label-self-created me-business
It says, "break a leg," on the side of our company cars
The Bad Boys of the western region possess all means of action
Circle Park, training garden, gas guns, blow to the stomach
Throwing stars, smoking clubs with whores in almond gift
Plastic front teeth, silicone tits
Where you're the father of three children, but not your wife's daughter
Educators there on drinking since ' 68, who take care of you personally
You must close' and turn off ' the sale of hash because of resident complaints
Steroidebrider, protein powder
Hiding weed in the vacuum cleaner, selling it from a small lobster
We Wild Kids, rob you and piss on you
Have baldret shells against WC kummer, so we sir.
And we say, " Hey, what are you looking at?!"(Hey hey) what are you looking at?!
(Hey) what are you looking at?! (Hey hey) what are you looking at?!
(Hey) what are you looking at?! (Hey hey) what are you looking at?!
(Hey) what are you looking at?! (Hey hey) what are you looking at?!
Not some hipster piss, it's City2 music
So let that shit lie (la-la, la-that, la-that shit lie')
Not some hipster piss, it's City2 music
So let that shit lie (la-la, la-that, la-that lie')
We run rhetoric among people who think they ' good at politics
Where you ' thirteen years first time that you get sucked cock
Tough guys are filling you with threats that don't hold true
(Hey) what are you looking at?! New pussy or stay away
Putting it down for the people who understand where we come from, where they know one
bride
Perks, Albanians, Danes speak-proletarians with a world of plans
Armor with mentality like gangsters, gangster lives high on drug addicts
Extremes, we tear iron and train, always the family behind me
And we say, " Hey, what are you looking at?!"(Hey hey) what are you looking at?!
(Hey) what are you looking at?! (Hey hey) what are you looking at?!
(Hey) what are you looking at?! (Hey hey) what are you looking at?!
(Hey) what are you looking at?! What the fuck-fuck, are you looking at?!
(Hey) what are you looking at?!"(Hey hey) what are you looking at?!
(Hey) what are you looking at?! (Hey hey) what are you looking at?!
(Hey) what are you looking at?! (Hey hey) what are you looking at?!
(Hey) what are you looking at?! What the fuck-fuck, are you looking at?!
Galgebakken
Galgebakken
My family and I we like it very well here
I've talked to a lot of people, and they're all very happy.
Both with the houses and with everything that is done about the well-being out here