Estu' Salbatic [English translation]

[Chorus] (x2)

You see the Wild East

Through my eyes and you can't believe

That it's normal...

(Uzzi: beyond law, beyond mercy, all over your hospital bed)

{Uzzi}

Still Frame. The home depot of the 14 line,

Every gesture is fatal, this is no theatre.

Your health is most important, take care of it,

Cuz bullets are bad for your health.

Who the fuck do you think you're talking with?

Who the fuck do you think you're negotiating with?

Who the fuck do you think you're doing business with?

What do you know, those who do their thing keep their mouth shut.

We dont split, we dont share

And we dont like to ask for stuff, i mean it's better to just take it.

Fuck the police and their TV Shows,

That's some real hustle, policing only on TV.

(This is Pantelimon, year 2000, still the same)

The Wild East presents you its anarchy,

That being said pock, (pock), pock, (pock), pock, pock,

You're in the east side of Bucharest, station 14 bullets to yo head,

[Chorus] (x2)

{Tataee}

A few bottles of wine, some boys on a street corner,

A few strange looks, the scandal can begin.

And it does not take long, the Five-Os show up like in the movies,

But I already streched your head really well on the concrete,

With my baseball bat, i'll rather have your mama crying than me, yo.

Have balls only when you know they cant fit in your mouth cuz

You could end up tied to some tree

Or 2 tons of Mercedes-Benz could caress your head.

If there are money in play, your live can not be worth

Not even half the sum involved,

It's serious...

It's another thing that could bring you face to face with me, just a small part.

I don't make the rules, they come with your life, here you're born how you grow up,

That's how you live, because you're

In East Side Europe, East Side of Romania, East Side of Bucharest,

Unfortunately, Pantelimon.

[Chorus] (x2)

{Caddy}

From the Wild East I stand up to explain,

Whores and Hustlers, pay attention.

You're not thugging if you take on everybody

But it's thugging if you have your gun with you.

And you have to use it when you have to get out alive,

To pull the trigger, no matter who's before you,

Because there are a lot... too many shit heads that run mouth,

You mind them too much and you'll end in jail.

Balsy, only the ones who have real balls can stand up,

The one who knows what to say,

(Uzzi: Because some simple words

Can take you to the morgue

And a simple gesture

Could send you in jail. Yo!)

Businesses with opium and cell phones (hustle)

Sent many junkies, more and more, to jail.

Some die by knifes, some die by guns,

All is well as long as i choose how i want to die.

[Chorus] (x2)

• Artist:B.U.G. Mafia
• Album:Întotdeauna pentru totdeauna