Nema Bolje [English translation]

Jala and Buba:

She can´t with him, oh no, no, no

and how she could if tonight she was with me

maybe I´m guilty

because when they around me, they´re different

and you want that so

you´re the top and you like it as top model

and I´m over, my eyes are red like ceiling of the brothel

you´re a poision in my veins

and from the bar goes a round of drinks, we spend money like a bank

girls run after me, and I like that thin one

she looks at me without censorshim as nymphomaniac

smell of the bar, wake until the morning on two gram

there´s a light, everybody likes her face

her legs are always in the air like the door of lamborghini

Jala and Buba:

She spite, she doesn´t care, the bottles of Belveder

she break when she´s dancing like the bullets of revolver

she wants every one get up on feet, nobody knows her plan

everything with her is an enigma, but I know well

there´s no the better one, I know that

there´s no the better one, I know that

Camora:

Hang out in Sarajevo, drink vodka Melone

important as well as Don Corleone

are we street or pop star idols

I have no idea, don´t even know the place where I live

so don´t tell Camora what he has to do

down in the Audi with the guys, feature Jala Buba

model Al Pacino, for me it was never 2Pac

chays of every sort, brother, caramel and nougat

like Berlusconi Bunga Bunga does it

for them we´re gorilla, brother, Unga Unga

leggings hauteng, she carries zero underneath

in the past she didn´t want to know me

today she wants number, number

I´m in the porsche panamera, pose for the speed camera

bottle of Belvedera, get us a few more liters

do you threaten me on Twitter, okay

boy, look, the caliber