Hemp Gru - Życie Warszawy

Who are you?
- They call me Wilku WDZ,
One more puff, one more twist.
Nobody is holy,
WW-A, street vultures.
Me and my people in a closed circle.
Where do you come from?
- I'm born here, I wake up here every day,
I come from Mokotów, a place where,
Everyone knows me,
I'm very pleased with that.
HEMP G R U,
JLB without nerves.
How are you?
- Joint, this key opens doors,
Skunk quickly disappears, returns like a boomerang.
Tension rises, heartbeat increases,
Man on alert, because hounds are sniffing around.

Who are you?
- BPP Hemp G. Key,
Take it easy,
That's how it is.
A free man known as Bilet,
I'm enjoying health, seizing the moments,
My family's fate is very important to me.
Where do you come from?
- Bandit Mokotów, a thousand and one night,
You have to act shrewdly.
Not getting caught in the net,
Old upper air, no bra, you can breathe here, yeah.
How are you?
- Can't complain, it could be worse,
If I complained, you would cut my hand off, God.
Today, I look the future straight in the eye,
I'm curious about what will surprise me tomorrow.

Who are you?
- A man of good will,
I care about that.
With clear thoughts far from fam.
With a peaceful attitude, for good people, I don't miss with goodness,
Koras Z I P – my second name.
Where do you come from?
- The contrast of office buildings and tenement houses,
It's the center of districts where nothing can stop the speed.
South Downtown, not known for safe areas,
Greetings to the eternal pilgrims.
How are you?
- I'm managing, I give advice, I don't cause trouble,
Keep that in mind, I'm taking it slowly
well.
Time passes in the fight for a better life, faster and faster,
Come talk if you want to know more.

Who are you?
- Romeo a regular opponent,
Warsaw's life is a real world to me.
Where it's bustling like a beehive, I step out of the crowd,
I shape my character with the power of reason.
Where do you come from?
- Gocław, the right side of the city,
A regular southern-Praga district.
A visual snippet of rap, a local own vision,
THS Click on Zache.
How are you?
- As it is in life – generally,
Sometimes it goes well or happens unfortunately.
Clenched fists GOCŁAW - the district,
With Hemp Gru bumping fists.

Who are you?
- Son of Alek Pono, baptized as Zip,
Entered into the Zip circle, I wear the Zip mark with pride.
Honor, God, family, they hold like a climber's rope,
Just like all for one, I stand for all by myself.
Where do you come from?
- From behind the wall, from the land of track kings, from the land of gambling,
If you have cash, bomb.
It's Służewiec, horse races,
The first league school veteran.
From here grows the city's life,
Luck is like a one-handed jack.
How are you?
- Cool, all right,
Still cunning over caution.
Like Zip, I manage,
Still going along with the Zip crew.
Not complaining,
Time is slipping away.
The subject is like a river flowing somehow,
Immersed in smoke
It passes, something rolls up again.
Hello!

Who are you?
- Felipe - a simple man, flesh and blood,
Embodiment of light and darkness.
I claim my rights to freedom,
Proud of honesty, Zip dignity.
Where do you come from?
- From Poland, Warsaw Ursynów domain, a mass of blocks,
Here people know me by nicknames.
At night howling, car overflow reaches my ears,
Neighbors not a word, that's the rule of this jungle.
How are you?
- Managing with a dose of vigor,
I don't spare ink on verses.
Orchestra here, happiness plays in the soul
Not for the first and last time,
It's good, mates, and may it stay that way.

Who are you?
- A sleepwalker on the carol,
A fan of hashish and ganja.
Hip-hop maniac,
Sure of my people, my opinion.
Identify with good style.
Ero, cryptonym,
JWP is my synonym.
Where do you come from?
- Warsaw city,
The northern side of the capital.
Guiding signs are graffiti on the walls.
My crew's dwelling place,
Bielany, here
I lead my life,
Don't confuse it with the Garden of Eden.
How are you?
- Everything as usual THC, oxygenating my lungs,
Rap tune plays in the background, my group is with me.
JWP – mastery non-stop,
Greetings to H. G. straight out.

Who are you?
- (Scratch) DJ Brzydal.
Where do you come from?
- (Scratch) u-u-u Ursynów, u-u-u Ursynów.
How are you?
- (Scratch) I live as I want. (Scratch) I don't have to do anything, that's why I have a pure soul.

[In the music video]

The girl smokes, the boy smokes,
It's pure Mary without the smell of poppy.
Without the smell of war, with amazing taste,
Dutch vegetables with a masterful scent.

Smoking from night till morning, it's grass,
Again, I roll a joint from a gram.
The head is heavy, but it's all right,
I love this state when I'm high.
You know how intense high encourages action,
Eliminates grayness; ball on the field.
Joint and sport is an inseparable pair,
No cop will ever stop me from lighting up.
I represent happy football,
Happy rap, not commercial crap.
You say bingo today when I say failure,
Too bad my roof isn't laid straight.
BPP is a freak, are you surprised,
The talk flows from old Mokotów from the lodge.
If it was bad, everything will sort itself out,
In the meantime, with God, greetings to smokers,
JLB rascals, high five, shuffle, blow.