Vova to gangsta

Ya peredumav, ya – gangsta, tomu ne radzu zi mnoyu zartuvaty,
Bo za vsyaki halimi prikoly ya budu strilyaty,
Znayesh, skilky ya u svoyih rukah trymav pistoletiv,
Rushnyc, noziv, avtomativ i vsyakyh kastetiv,
Balonchykiv z hazom? Chekai, ne vse vidrazu,
Spochatku ya pro pistolety rozkazu tobi bez mazy.
Ya z pistoletom na ty i ce niyaki ne ponty,
Nehai na nosi zarubayut sobi ce vsi skoty.
Skilky ya mav pistoletiv – zaperdolyvsya rahuvaty.
Nevze tak bahato? Ni, shche bilshe! Oho, yak bahato?!
Riznyh vydiv i typiv, riznoho kalibru,
Yakby ty yih bachyv, ty b trusyvsya, yak v tvoyii mobilci vibro.
Yakshcho ya z vodyanoho pyestika zahochu tebe obstrilyaty,
Ty budesh mokryi, yak obpisyanyi bovdur, vyhlyadaty.
A yakshcho ya pushchu u hid svii pistolet na pulky –
Na tvomu tili polyshayutsya synyaky i hulky.
A shche ye pyestik na lipochky abo prysosky – nazyvai yak hochesh,
Ta koly ya toyu prysoskoyu tobi zacidzu mezy ochi,
To vid neyi na tvomu tili lyshytsya chervona plyamka
I ty budesh maty vyhlyad, yak nerozduplona indianka.

Pryspiv:
Vova to gangsta strashnyi, do Vovy ne naryvaisya,
Yakshcho obrazysh ioho, krashche vtikai i hovaisya.
Vova to gangsta strashnyi, do Vovy ne naryvaisya,
Yakshcho obrazysh ioho, krashche vtikai i hovaisya.

A yakshcho htos filky yakis maye, nehai ne svityt, hai hovaye,
Bo my z moyimy pacanamy lohiv rozvodymo, filky zabyrayemo.
Os yak zaraz pam’yatayem: my idem, yakis malolyetky hulyayut,
Shkalnuly v mamy kupu hroshei, i pachkamy pitardy kuplyayut.
Nu, a my sho? My tez hochem pitardy postrilyaty,
Pozabyraly v malyh to vso i pochynayemo yih 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 postiinyi kliyent, ya vze mozok zahrav tam vsim.
Ya buv tam dvichi pislya toho, yak 15 bykiv meni v kljubi ljulyei daly,
A druhyi raz: koly my z mamoyu mii pasport zabraly.
A znayesh, yak chasto nam z pacanamy dovodytsya na stryelky hanyaty?
Na odnii ruci ne vystachyt palciv, shchob yih porahuvaty.
I ne bulo zodnoho razu, shchob my na nyh ne vyhribaly,
Navpaky, abo my vsih hruzyly, abo tehnichno z’yizdzaly.

Pryspiv

Chuyesh, malenkyi, Vova to gangsta,
I nehai tebe ne vvodyt v omanu
ioho veselyi vyhlyad, zarty i lvivskyi akcent.
Krashche vtikai i hovaisya!

A krim toho vsoho my realni "drahdilery" – za bazar vidpovidayem,
Zaraz detalno poyasnyu chomu yih vid tebe ne pryhovayu.
V odnoho moho poddyelnyka, imen ya, zvychaino, ne nazyvayu,
Na hati razom z inshymy kvitamy spokiino trava vyrostaye.
Cilyi odyn vazonok, ty b bachyv, yak vin ioho dohlyadaye,
Nu to lohichno, my z potim z toho tovaru filky zaroblyayem.
I hoch 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,
Nehai vidrazu nyuhaye 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 yaicya z problem vytyahaye.
Pacan, ty dohanyayesh koho ty sluhayesh, z kym ty spravu mayesh?
Koroche, vsi luzery, yaki pid nas kosyat zodnyh shansiv ne mayut.
Bo nasha banda shchodnya roste i procvitaye!

Pryspiv