Starszy - Nasze Bloki (feat Rynio)

FF., special edition for all those gray housing developments
(yeah, go like this)
Flow addicts, check it out, dude!
(Forever younger Rynio!)
Getting older!

Refrain:
Our housing developments are awesome x3
These are drab and gray, but that's my homeland
Our housing developments are awesome x3
These are drab and gray, but that's my homeland

I live in the second one, just like Onar
In the corners we smoke fag, check it out
View from the window on the church
Near the block few huys are walking
my neighbour is a dog, he fucked him
He hasn't got that, that that with my crew
I'll get every club, flat jumping
next year in here
Once by a car, once by a foot on my neighbourhood
Even if i ain't got nothing in my pocket
i'm at home
I invite you at 5:00 pm, just like Sierocki
There were are concrete blocks
calm, intoxicating nights
Fellas are promoting items and goods
everybody wanna be healthy like Goździkowa*
Assholes are fucked like in jail
I'm livin' in the hell, in the ghetto
Winters are fucking cold
May is like Heaven, it's beautiful in here
May is like Heaven, it's beautiful in here

Refrain

How many years
I know those blocks, it's my little world
My head knows every route
I know what, where and how
It's my little world like the Robinson Crusoe's one
"Some you win, some you lose"
Sometimes it's boring, sometimes not
Once you get smacked in the face, once you're telling you won't bicker over it, fella
I'm good, like i'm "on the cloud nine"
Sometimes parties are awesome and nice ructions
I'm going to fight, i'm going across my life
Sun glares on blocks, i promote stuff in blocks
obviously
It's not my last time when my scars are mended
It's not my list time when i kiss a girl
I could be down and out, but i'm going up
Every day, you, me, brother
We add fuel to the fire
Madmans in wide trousers seized our blocks
Someone said, these are fucked
I say that these are awesome
It's my little homeland
it's my little homeland

refrain


Those blocks are like my home, dude
I miss them everytime i'm somewhere else
I'm fucking happy, when i see those again
Staircases where hobos are dying
Mommas are cooking meals
Kids are playing on the playground
Underage girls are moving their asses
Because they wanna have nice boyfriends
Parties around our blocks and inside
Check this out!
Here friendships are arising to the bitter end
rap, which you wanna hear
but it's not played in the radio Eska
Boots in your stomach, snakes in the trunk
They drink cheap wine
Situations, in which we contrive, we call it promoting
(promoting)
Those blocsk teach us how to live
Those blocks teach us how to be strong
They know our secrets
They say quite a few from a roof, across the levels
To the dark basements

Refrain

Here's my homeland x 2
Tiny homeland x 2