Ya peredumav, ya – gangsta, tomu ne radzu zi mnoyu zartuvaty,
Bo za vsyaki halimi prikoly ya budu strilyaty,
Znayesh, skilky ya u svoyich rukach trymav pistoletiv,
Rushnyc', noziv, avtomativ i vsyakych kastetiv,
Balonchykiv z hazom? Chekay, ne vse vidrazu,
Spochatku ya pro pistolety rozkazu tobi bez mazy.
Ya z pistoletom na ty i ce niyaki ne ponty,
Nechay na nosi zarubayut' sobi ce vsi skoty.
Skilky ya mav pistoletiv – zaperdolyvsya rachuvaty.
Nevze tak bahato? Ni, shche bilshe! Oho, yak bahato?!
Riznych vydiv i typiv, riznoho kalibru,
Yakby ty yich bachyv, ty b trusyvsya, yak v tvoyiy mobilci vibro.
Yakshcho ya z vodyanoho pyestika zachochu tebe obstrilyaty,
Ty budesh mokryi, yak obpisyanyi bovdur, vyhlyadaty.
A yakshcho ya pushchu u chid sviy pistolet na pulky –
Na tvomu tili polyshayut'sya synyaky i hulky.
A shche ye pyestik na lipochky abo prysosky – nazyvay yak chochesh,
Ta koly ya toyu prysoskoyu tobi zacidzu mezy ochi,
To vid neyi na tvomu tili lyshyt'sya chervona plyamka
I ty budesh maty vyhlyad, yak nerozduplona indianka.

Pryspiv:
Vova to gangsta strashnyi, do Vovy ne naryvaysya,
Yakshcho obrazysh yoho, krashche vtikay i chovaysya.
Vova to gangsta strashnyi, do Vovy ne naryvaysya,
Yakshcho obrazysh yoho, krashche vtikay i chovaysya.

A yakshcho chtos' filky yakis' maye, nechay ne svityt', chay chovaye,
Bo my z moyimy pacanamy lochiv rozvodymo, filky zabyrayemo.
Os' yak zaraz pam’yatayem: my ydem, yakis' malolyetky hulyayut',
Shkalnuly v mamy kupu hroshey, i pachkamy pitardy kuplyayut'.
Nu, a my sho? My tez chochem pitardy postrilyaty,
Pozabyraly v malych to vs'o i pochynayemo yich lyakaty:
Abo dayete nam hroshi i my sobi tez yakis' prykoly kuplyayem,
Abo vlashtovuyemo minimalnyi Novyi Rik i vsi vashi pitardy strilyayem.
U viddilku, de ye miliciya, na Martovycha 7,
Ya vzahali postiynyi kliyent, ya vze mozok zahrav tam vsim.
Ya buv tam dvichi pislya toho, yak 15 bykiv meni v klyubi lyulyey daly,
A druhyi raz: koly my z mamoyu miy pasport zabraly.
A znayesh, yak chasto nam z pacanamy dovodyt'sya na stryelky hanyaty?
Na odniy ruci ne vystachyt' palciv, shchob yich porachuvaty.
I ne bulo zodnoho razu, shchob my na nych ne vyhribaly,
Navpaky, abo my vsich hruzyly, abo technichno z’yizdzaly.

Pryspiv

Chuyesh, malenkyi, Vova to gangsta,
I nechay tebe ne vvodyt' v omanu
Yoho veselyi vyhlyad, zarty i lvivs'kyi akcent.
Krashche vtikay i chovaysya!

A krim toho vs'oho my realni "drahdilery" – za bazar vidpovidayem,
Zaraz detalno poyasnyu chomu yich vid tebe ne prychovayu.
V odnoho moho poddyelnyka, imen ya, zvychayno, ne nazyvayu,
Na chati razom z inshymy kvitamy spokiyno trava vyrostaye.
Cilyi odyn vazonok, ty b bachyv, yak vin yoho dohlyadaye,
Nu to lohichno, my z potim z toho tovaru filky zaroblyayem.
I choch ne duze bahato, bo vyrobnyctvo poky shcho na konveyer ne stalo,
Ta ce strashno, bo vsi velyki bandyty z chohos' maloho pochynaly.
Yakshcho pro te, shchob nas skynuty dumaye yakyis' pindos,
Nechay vidrazu nyuchaye brynzu, bo vin popade v popandos,
Bo v druhoho moho poddyelnika tato v SBU pracyuye,
Krim osnovnoyi roboty, vin na pivstavky nashu bandu kryshuye,
Tobto nas trymaye, nas za yaycya z problem vytyahaye.
Pacan, ty dohanyayesh koho ty sluchayesh, z kym ty spravu mayesh?
Koroche, vsi luzery, yaki pid nas kosyat' zodnych shansiv ne mayut'.
Bo nasha banda shchodnya roste i procvitaye!

Pryspiv