Limbaj de Cartier [English translation]

Chorus:

For all of those who, bugs me

I have a word to say to ya : Shut ya mouth!

For all of you , who don't let me to hope ...

I give to y'all,... voices of ghetto with language of ghetto! (X2)

Verse 1:

I'm Caddy from Socului , now ya know me well

When you see me on street , arouse ya dogs on me

YOUR CRITICISM to my word ...

Is really nothing , Fuc* ya ...

That's how i've learned on the street !

I swear like Lacatus, i'm a "fine, fine boy

I've given ya , mine to taste it" , if ya annoy me

I've loaded the cargo with three rymes, from which two are obscene

Ho*, take a look at yourself, ya grow up some feathers on ya back

Ya a big talker", at your shi** no one listens

Them fights and steals raises up our account

It's the job , with them ghetto words ...

I do them , i fu** their mouths, ..ya don't know much

I'm dope , more cool than your faded rhyme

Ya worth is 0 , let the "poetry", ya suc*!!

Ya still have something to comment!? I fuc* ya right up the as*

And same as Cheloo", "what the fu* you swear there!?

Chorus...

Verse 2":

With an ghetto language , i smash ya head

I'm still above ya, and i'll always be !!!

Yaa suc* me , with all ya poetry , on the streets in all the country

the poetry is BUG MAFIA !

Obscene Vocabular,.....fuc* ya mo* !!

In vain ya stare at me , 'cause i don't give a shi* on ya !

I break ya mouth, for all that ya say ...

'Cause ya don't shut up, cause you attack me !

All that i've learned , i've learned on the ghetoo

Fuc***, fuc* , ya won't ever understand ....

'Cause all that matters for me ...

Is to represent my people, in front of those like ya !

So, you "MR", keep your noose at home

I know that for you we're a "social problem"

Before i end,.. i tell ya once again EJECT!

With ghetoo language, straight into effect!

Chorus...

Verse 3:

Straight from the source i "throw",

The hood boy tells many things, y'all are speaking in vain

In the slang i throw only what's real

I've accumulated hate on y'all , the street is up,..you all.. at the end

Music is "at metre" and y'all don't have shi* to say

The "Gerovital medicine , is keeping y'all spirit in suspanse "

" A maximum respect" for any project...

No one can save y'all, when i'm directly executing y'all

The hit promises an easy one , among a thousands words

2 palms separates

Give your all, make room , between two festivals,.. "i'm

analising ya mouth"!

2005 is the time ,..y'all launch the testament

Let them ho* to sing , them solists...

No problem , their mouth goes dry ...

Oh yes ...you producers give them to sing , we give them to suc*

Chorus...

Verse 4:

Yeah that's right , i don't have even a gram of decency...

I fuc* ya mom , ya father

And i fuc* ya bro'

Listen me,..you "the big poet",...what i have to say on this verse :

With dic* , fuc**, puss***, ...please pay attention :

I'm not uncultured, this is the way i'm living my life

What the fu** you care , to whom face i ejacul*** on!!?

Ya listen, ya asshol*:, ..."I drink, i fuc* and i fight!!

And to you , "the big Poet" i'm giving the di** to su** it !!

Yo , you old man , i piss on y'all...

I swear and make lots of doe, ya never gonna see

that much

I've raised doin' them infractions, stealing, cheating

I've learned how to make them doe, even when in school i was

I've fuc* some,.. starting from where a child i was, 'cause this

way my father educated me...

Ya don't miss none, di** in pus** , done the girl !!

You , ..a wanke*, ya fuc* with me !?

Eat me, i'm more clever than ya !

• Artist:B.U.G. Mafia