Jack Parow — Cooler as ekke song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Cooler as ekke" by Jack Parow.
Lyrics
Jy dink jy’s cooler as ekke, want jy rook Yves Saint Laurent sigarette
Jy dink jy’s cooler as ekke, want jy’t ‘n tattoo van ‘n slang op jou tette
Jy dink jy’s cooler as ek, want jy’t ‘n plakkaat van Led Zeppelin bo jou bed
Jy dink jy’s cooler as ek, want jy’s elke jaar by die J&B Met
Jy’s ou nuus, ek kom met rou beats
Jy lê en wag, ek gaan soek iets
Jy’s ice tea, ek’s witblits
Jy’s lite bier, ek’s spirits
Jy’s die ou met die new fresh look
Ek’s die ou met die Pep Stores broek
Ek watch jou, jy koekeloer oukes
Jy forward nog Vernon Koekemoer jokes
Ek’s fantasties, jy’s spasties
Ek vat aan poppies, jy raak an klein kids
Jy’s Tim Voster, ek’s Chris Edwards
Jy’s innie bosse, ek rol innie vet shit
Jy’s boring soos liedjies ommie kampvuur
My styl slick sneak suutjies soos ‘n vampier
Jou styl kak sag soos ‘n pink marshmallow
Meisies skree vir net «one night in parow»
Jy dink jy’s cooler as ekke, want jy hang saam met models en ek hang saam met
slette
Jy dink jy’s cooler as ekke, want ek’s ‘n rapper en jy sing in falsette
Jy dink jy’s cooler as ek, want ek ry op met die bus en jy vlieg op met ‘n jet
Jy dink jy’s cooler as ek, want jy ry in ‘n Peugeot twee nul ses
Jy rol met ‘n selfoon in jou pen
Ek rol nog met ‘n 3310
My styl gooi sexy korrek
Jy dra nog fokken Mr Price Red
As ek instap skrikkie hele fokken bar
Jy kry nog fokken geld by jou ma
Ek los die hele jol papnat
As jy instap begin die hele jollie pad vat
Ek’s Amerika, jys Irak
Ek bomb jou lat die kak slap spat
Ek’s ‘n Bic pen, jy’s ‘n Mont Blanc
Jy loop rond met fokken skuim op jou mond-rand
Ek’s original jy’s gecopy
Ek’s ‘n flash drive jy’s ‘n floppy
Jy maak of jy alles het ma jy’s fake
Jack Parow bra ek lewe soos n straatmeit
Jy dink jy’s cooler as ekke, want jy drink by Ku De Ta en ek drink by De Dekke
Jy dink jy’s cooler as ekke, want jy’s die gentleman, bra eksie prette
Jy dink jy’s cooler as ek, want ek hou vakansie in Hartenbos en jy hou vakansie
in Quebec
Jy dink jy’s cooler as ek, omdat jy die nuwe issue van One Small Seed het
Jack Parow bra ek’s n poes woes
Jy eet caviare en ek eet couscous
Ek drink Klipdrift, jy drink Peroni
Jy’t vriende in Swede, ek het vriende in Benoni
Ek koop al my klere by die local Pep Stores save more
Jy koop al jou fokken klere by a store
Jy dra net fokken Polo shirts
Shame, jy luister na die Dirty Skirts
My naam’s Parow, dik heavy uitgeskollie
Jy lyk soos Jeremy de Tollie
Jack Parow, die life van die party
Jy dra net fokken Issey Miyake
Jy’s too cool for school, eks mos kief
Ek’s grasshopper, jys Lacoste sportief
Jy lat die koek flop, ek lat die huis rys
Jou meisie het ‘n foto van my piel op haar Space Case
Jy dink jy’s cooler as ekke, want jy rook Yves Saint Laurent sigarette
Jy dink jy’s cooler as ekke, want jy’t ‘n tattoo van ‘n slang op jou tette
Jy dink jy’s cooler as ek, want jy’t ‘n plakkaat van Led Zeppelin bo jou bed
Jy dink jy’s cooler as ek, want jy’s elke jaar by die J&B Met
Lyrics translation
You think you're cooler than ekke because you smoke Yves Saint Laurent cigarettes
You think you're cooler than ekke because you have a tattoo of a snake on your tette
You think you're cooler than I, because you have a poster of Led Zeppelin above your bed
You think you're cooler than I am, because you're every year at the J&B met
You're old news, I come with raw beats
You lie and wait, I go in search of something
You're ice tea, I'm witblits
You're lite beer, I'm spirits
You're the guy with the new fresh look
I'm the guy with the Pep Stores pants
I watch you, you koekeloer oukes
You forward another Vernon Koekemoer jokes
I'm fantastic, you're spasties
I converts to poppies, you become an small kids
You're Tim Voster, I'm Chris Edwards
You're and bushes, I roll and fat shit
You're boring like songs ommie campfire
My style slick sneak quietly like a vampire
Your style shit soft as a pink marshmallow
Girls screaming for just "one night in parow»
You think you're cooler than ekke because you hang with models and I hang with
slette
You think you're cooler than ekke because I'm a rapper and you sing in falsette
You think you're cooler than I am, because I ride on the bus and you fly up with a jet
You think you're cooler than I, because you drive a Peugeot two zero six
You roll with a mobile phone in your pin
I roll another with a 3310
My style throws sexy correct
You wear fucking Mr Price Red
As I walk skrikkie whole fucking bar
You still get fucking money from your mother
I loose the whole jol dripping wet
If you are boarding start the whole jollie road barrel
I'm America, jys Iraq
I bomb your lat the shit limp splash
I'm a Bic pen, you're a Mont Blanc
You walk around with fucking foam at your mouth-edge
I'm original you're gecopy
I'm a flash drive you're a floppy
You make or you everything mother you're fake
Jack Parow bra I live like a straatmeit
You think you're cooler than ekke because you drink at Ku De Ta and I drink at De Decks
You think you're cooler than ekke because you're the gentleman, bra a prette
You think you're cooler than I am, because I like vacation in Hartenbos and you keep holiday
in Quebec
You think you're cooler than I, because you have the new issue of One Small Seed has
Jack Parow bra I'm a girl frantic
You eat caviare and I eat couscous
I drink Klipdrift, you drink Peroni
You have friends in Sweden, I have friends in Benoni
I buy all my clothes at the local Pep Stores save more
You buy all your fucking clothes at a store
You only wear fucking Polo shirts
Shame, you listen to the Dirty Skirts
My naam's Parow, thick heavy uitgeskollie
You look like Jeremy de Tollie
Jack Parow, the life of the party
You only wear fucking Issey Miyake
You're too cool for school, ex moss cool
I'm grasshopper, jys Lacoste sporty
You lat the cake flop, I lat the home of rice
Your girl has a picture of my dick on her Space Case
You think you're cooler than ekke because you smoke Yves Saint Laurent cigarettes
You think you're cooler than ekke because you have a tattoo of a snake on your tette
You think you're cooler than I, because you have a poster of Led Zeppelin above your bed
You think you're cooler than I am, because you're every year at the J&B met