Tako se To Radi Kod Nas

U našoj se zemlji diše
Život punim plućima
Kod nas ima ljudi
a i žena ima.
Slavi se i pije
kolko će ti duša.

Tako se to radi kod nas

Ja sam čovek Žika,
domaćin sam bez mane
domaćica mi uvek stoji
iza il sa strane.
Ona zna kad Žika mazi
tada šljive rastu
al ko ženu ne bije
taj i čovek nije,
Neka bude čista, dobra
Vredna i nek radja
A za one druge stvari
Naći će se mladja

Tako se to radi kod nas

Za svoju zemlju ja sam Žika
Hrabri ratnik, pravi
Jedino što ne smem je da
Stojim na promaji
I moja su braća sve sam
Junak do junaka
sa viljuškama zlatnim bore
se do zadnjeh daha

Tako se to radi kod nas

Al svi znamo da sa ocem
Starim nema šale
Ako pisneš dok on priča
Ostaćeš bez glave.
kada stariji pričaju
Mladji samo slušaju
Nek se uče znanje staro
To je ono znanje pravo

Tako se to radi kod nas

»Pazite se deco
Ovijeh sa zapada
To vam je sve
Plaćenička
banda belosvetska
Glupostima zatrovaše
Našu prostu glavu
U jednom mahu prodaše nam
Tranziciju pravu.
Ali mi smo orah tvrd
Ne damo se tako lahko
Ako treba sad u borbu
krenućemo jako lako.«

Tako se to radi kod nas

Tako misli čovek Žika
I njegova braća
Al sa decom što ih ima
Loše mu se vraća.

Tako se to radi kod nas

Ni sin mu ni ćerka
Za školu nisu vredni
Al pametni telefon njima
Svaki problem sredi.
Sin mu je momčina
Sav je mišić, mašala
voli pare više nego
Leba da jede.
Drugovi mu, još su veći
Opasni su, alal vera
Hrabri momci, moram reći
Svaki ljutog ima kera

Tako se to radi kod nas

Ćerka mu je TV zvezda
Peva, igra, što je lepa
U kući mu polugola
Svaki dan pred nosom šeta.
Svaku noć u sitne sate
Vraćaju je kući
Ko su momci, što je prate
Glava će mu pući
Kad je Žika pita: sine,
nije li ti hladno?
Ona kaže: daj bre ćale,
mojne da me smaraš.
I sina je jednom pito:
Šta ti sinko radiš?
On mu kaže: Matori,
To ne
možeš da shvatiš.

Tako se to radi kod nas

Šta ti ova deca rade
Kako to si ih vaspito
Zar da mladji kolo vode
Šta te snadje, crni Žiko

Tako se to radi kod nas

Tako Žika, gleda,ćuti
Ništa više ni ne pita
Al da braća ovo vide
Misli umro bi od stida
A kod braće stvar još gora
Život posto im je mora
Sin na oca diže ruke
Kuća trese se od buke
Tako se to radi kod nas
Kod nas sve je kao svetski
Al je bolje, jer je naše
Ne može nam niko ništa
Svi na svetu nek se plaše.

Tako se to radi kod nas

Zato nama pamet beži
Mladost nam iz zemlje curi
Radje svoju zemlju gleda
Iz daleka, u brošuri.
A ko osta, ljuto reži
Svi ko jedan, svi u glas:
Najbolji smo, najjači
Nema nam pomoći

Tako se to radi kod nas

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This Is How We Do It

Up in this country, living
Is what life is for.
Here we got peeps,
And bitches too,
Partying and drinking,
Till you can’t take no more.

This is how we do it.

It's ya boy Žika,
The host with the most,
By my side – or behind me
Got a housewife keeping it true,
If she don’t know her place,
A black eye on her face,
Every now and them,
Let ‘em all know you’re a real man.
She should be nice & neat
Lots of kids, cook & clean
For a good time,
I’m gonna find a young thing.

This is how we do it.

It’s ya boy Žika, fighting bravely
For my country, the real deal,
Only thing I can’t do
Is stand in a draught,
And my brothers
They’re all heroes,
Fighting to their dying breath
Armed with gold forks, looking real fresh.

This is how we do it.

We all know that you don’t fuck
With our old man, the boss,
Open your mouth when he’s talking
And he’ll knock your head off.
When your elders speak,
Youth better listen up.
Learn that age-old knowledge,
That's that real knowledge.

This is how we do it.

Kids you’d better watch out
for those guys from the West,
They ain’t nothing
But a gang,
Filling our heads
with bullshit 'bout a promised land
But with thier rules
that no one here'll ever understand.
But we ain’t gonna break,
We ain’t going out like that,
If we gotta throw down,
Best believe that shit gonna go down."

This is how we do it.

That’s how our real man Žika
And his brothers see it,
But his kids are like,
Fuck that shit.

This is how we do it.

His son and his girl,
They’re doing bad in school,
Smartphones instead of books,
Only caring ‘bout how they look.
The boy’s a real man,
Built like a truck,
He’s got a passion for cashin’ out,
It’s all he ever thinks about.
His friends are even scarier,
They’re dangerous, gotta give ‘em props,
Brave bunch of boys, I gotta say,
By their side they got mean-looking dogs.

This is how we do it.

His daughter’s a TV star,
Singing and dancing, she’s so pretty,
High heels and perfume,
Always out in the city,
Every night in a bar,
Every night a different car,
Who are these guys she’s with?
Žika can’t stand it.
When he asks her:
Aren’t you cold?
She’s snaps back: What do you care?
Leave me alone.
And when he asked his kid:
Son, where’d you get all that dough?
He said believe me old man,
It’s best you don’t know.

This is how we do it.

What’s this Žika, what’s going on?
how you raised your daughter and son?
They spit in your face just like that
With no regret, no respect.

This is how we do it.
Oh poor man, just standing there
Speechless, who is to blame?
What will your brothers say,
you’d die of shame
But with his brothers
It’s even worse
Son turns on father,
It’s like a curse


This is how we do it.

In our country it’s the best,
It’s even bestest from all the rest,
We are the greatest, you'd better be afraid,

This is how we operate.

I don’t know why
our youth are running away
To watch our country
from far away
Those who are still here,
grumble as one
We are the best, we need no one
We are hopeless, we are done
This is how we (Serbs) won!