Текст песни Баста и Джамал - На Златом Крыльце Сидели

Jahmal]
On the porch sat with gold
King, prince, king, prince
The cobbler, a tailor
Who are you going like that?
Speak soon,
Do not hold good and honest people
It is not sadness, you can not shake
These are questions I can not answer
Why do you want some coffee? Why do you whitefish?
And why you do not care for the book?
To take one example: a father or a huckster?
There is always a choice: Adidas or Reebok
Stumble and fall, but get up and move
Or do nothing and live life without errors
Yelling or silent hang or swing
Try to figure out what you like best
To talk or fight, the grass grow, or
Vybrazhat or express
Sleep or read, annoy or delight
Multiply or divide, subtract or add
Love or cut, enrage or racking
To help in trouble or make it
Kid or sheep, rat or faithful dog
That's just I do not have to answer this question
Everything seen on the eyes
About who you need to know only you, here and understand himself

Chorus
[Jahmal]
Yes, and you can not shake
These are questions I can not answer
* Kid *
How do you deal with in life, choose itself
You do not have to download
These are questions I can not answer
* Kid *
How do you deal with in life, choose itself
[Busta]
Who are you? Who are you? Who are you?
* Kid *
Who are you? Who are you? Who are you?

[Busta]
I am from Rostov, who was born and grew up there
Komsomolskaya Square, Lombard Island
Someone judo, someone - Boxing
Someone kills zimburoy1 someone - coke
Someone sat in jail and eight otvisel
Someone passed him by signing at the end of the interrogation
I remember that guy stabbed washed down with beer vodka
He told of mentovku, about the first of a pass
Refused Belomor in paper curled shag,
He said: & quot; blatnogo vzapadlo live comfortably & quot;
Around the cacophony, but we continue to Marathon
Parimsya of rhymes and forms, and people in gray uniforms
About how and whom to issue, because the crust feeds
Included SWAT, I collected. Witnesses: a neighbor of the apartment in front
Anatoly and Tajik-porter. And I'm out of the room on the beach to the sea
This I mean that everything must be done on time
I began to write, and 16 read
I am 32, I continue to write and read
Write and read, shred each song
While in sound as it should, it will not sound
No time to rest, hip-hop - troublesome,
But there is no parish steeper arrival of when
Hall half an hour with us singing the chorus,
After the last song of the soul will be a long clap us
Music - my choice, my idol, music - my idol
I am not alone on this ice floe
And when I turn fifty dollars
I will say: & quot; Everyone has dreams and a chance to realize their & quot;
Who are you? Who are you? Who are you?
Tell the letters and notes
Who are you? Who are you? Who are you?
This will tell the letters and notes
Who are you? Who are you? Who are you?
Who are you? Who are you? Who are you?

(a fragment of a track Decl - Who are you?)
Who are you, eh? Who are you, eh? Who are you?

[Jahmal]
On the porch sat with gold
King, prince, king, prince
The cobbler, a tailor, a gambler, thug
Judas and Noah, visitors and indigenous
Not very good and not to say that bad
Elected and an outcast who was sitting with his back
Smart and dumb, violent and peaceful
Health and settling, and no more a
The farmer and the cowboy, and we're
Tied or ligaliza, gym or strip
Rap or pop a cop or a kid
The director or the deputy, Mowgli or Tarzan
Who do you have in life, choose itself
He fell to the bottom - to choose. What did you write:
Himself or licked? Where do you hang out:
Sauna or barracks? And what do you prove this?
Who? I do not know, to understand himself

Chorus
[Jahmal]
And you can not swing
I can not answer
* Kid *
How do you deal with in life, choose itself
And you can not swing
I can not answer
* Kid *
How do you deal with in life, choose itself