Текст песни The Exhibitiоn - Golden Boys

Golden boys wanna just ice (ice)
But wiggas are shoting you twice (What!?)
Our yard is looking like us (Go away)
We drinking white water and kvass
Three pistols two belts one girlfriend (Wow)
Weed baggage, low cars, my hommies (Okay)
The lada my side, it's always inside
Your mama tell you Go eating my light

Те пизда я два метра ростом 350 килограммов блять и на левой руке стон исланд я тя убью нахуй

Pull up всех твоих кентов,
Не зови , hoe, это fault,
Мы ограбим твою мать,
И подкупим блять ментов.
Не суйся на привозу,
тебя здесь ограбят, boy,
Может быть с пером в ребре,
Ты вдаришься под страх домой.
Сука, солевые разорвут тебя на части,
Перейдёшь дорогу им-встретится несчастье
Даже по дороге в магазин тебя тут сошкурят,
передай ментам салам, acab-it's my bullet
Дзержинского-садовая,
connection крепче sis and bro,
Физ-матовская ярость,
Устрою тебе буйство, hoe
гуманитарные мозги weightless and tenthless

Вылезай! Ну вылезай, сука, я ж тя в покое не оставлю, я ж тя найду, гондон, блять! Найду и отъебу, сука, и получу еще с тебя, полупидор, блять.

Ты думал, это china town,
Huh, китай-город,
Провинциальная принцесса,gang-это свора,
Не пиши мне, если ты знаешь, кто такой (я)
Или если ты такая, как все остальные hoe

Golden boys wanna just ice (ice)
But wiggas are shooting you twice (What!?)
Our yard is looking like us (Go away)
We drinking white water and kvass
Three pistols, two belts, one girlfriend (Wow)
Weed baggage, low cars, my homies (Okay)
The Lada is my side, it's always inside
Your mama tell you, Go eating my light

You cunt, I'm two meters tall, 350 kilograms, fucking, and on my left hand, a moan, Iceland, I'll fucking kill you.

Pull up all your homies,
Don't call, hoe, that's a fault,
We'll rob your mother,
And bribe the fucking cops.
Don't go near the import,
You'll get robbed here, boy,
Maybe with a feather in your ribs,
You'll run home in fear. Bitch, the salt ones will tear you apart,
Cross their path and you'll meet disaster.
Even on the way to the store, they'll skin you.
Tell the cops hello, acab—it's my bullet.
Dzerzhinsky-Sadovaya,
connection stronger than sis and bro,
Physics and Mathematics rage,
I'll throw you into a riot, hoe.
humanitarian brains weightless and tenthless.

Get out! Come on, bitch, I won't leave you alone, I'll find you, you fucking asshole! I'll find you and fuck you, bitch, and I'll get even more from you, you fucking half-faggot.

You thought this was China Town,
Huh, China Town,
Provincial princess, gang—it's a pack,
Don't write to me if you know who I am.
Or if you're like all the others, hoe.