| Lyrics Title The Nosebleed Section [Suffa:] For my people in the front In the nosebleed section This is for the heads that’s loving the mix My people in the front, all covered in spit Batter’s in the box, Suffa to pitch Hilltop Hoods all up in this bitch And we the funk leaders, punks, you can’t beat us We bump and pump meters, we drunk, you chumps need us So jump with us, down the front if it’s Your flavour, come get drunk with us This life turned out nothing like I had planned Why not? By now I should’ve had some land Some money in my hand, ’round about fifty grand But I got nothing, I write rhymes on the bus I keep suffering; fuck the lines of the dust You keep sniffing, that shit is for the punk hoes This shit is for my bros, my people in the front row [Melanie:] You know I looked around for faces I’d know I fell in love with the people in the front row You know I looked around for faces I’d know I fell in love with the people in the front row [Suffa:] I got hip-hop taste buds I wanna hear that bass when I make love Wanna hear some lyrics when I wake up Write rhymes to get me through a break up (Bitch!) Rough like whisky straight, no chaser Went through fifty breaks, no flavour ‘Til I found this one, and made the Bass hook with the drum my saviour This is a comeback, tongue that’s sharp like a thumbtack It’s so tight James is saying, “Give my funk back” One track, eight track, ADAT, residual noise Man, fuck that, we clean with the digital toys I’m the Apache, you’re failing to match me Throw your hands in the air like you’re hailing a taxi And move to the funk flow, you stepping? Are you drunk, bro? This is for my peeps and the freaks in the front row [Melanie:] You know I looked around for faces I’d know I fell in love with the people in the front row You know I looked around for faces I’d know I fell in love with the people in the front row [Suffa:] People don’t complain if Suffa’s in here And you’re in the front row all covered in beer And club owners don’t say, “The place is wrecked, it’s your fault” If the roof is on fire, it’s an electrical fault Man, I bet you all bolt when I bring it live Like Friday night footy, in my hoody I can hide I get live on the breaks, son, like Pace One Lads, if you’re heading to the bar, grab your mates one Ladies come chill, come rock with me, honey I got like half a mil’ in Monopoly money There’s no stopping me, honey, so you can take my hand We can lay on the beach and count grains of sand Or take a plane to Japan and drink sake with the mafia Fly to Libya for some Bacardi with Gaddafi A dinner date followed by a funk show We’ll rip off our tops and jump around in the front row [Melanie:] You know I looked around for faces I’d know I fell in love with the people in the front row You know I looked around for faces I’d know I fell in love with the people in the front row [Melanie:] Put me here and I’m all yours Not for the money and it’s not for the applause No, oh no, no, no It’s for the nosebleed section [Melanie:] You know I looked around for faces I’d know I fell in love with the people in the front row You know I looked around for faces I’d know I fell in love with the people in the front row | Prevod na srpski Za one s jeftinim kartama [Suffa:] Za ove moje sa gornje tribine s jeftinim kartama Ovo je za ljubitelje muzičkog miksa Moje ljude u prvim redovima što sline Bater izlazi na scenu, Safa preuzima kontrolu Hilltop Huds dominira Mi smo glavni u fanku, šonje, ne možete nas pobediti Naš ritam je jak i udara, mi pijani vama šmokljanima trebamo Zato skačite s nama, dole napred ako je to vaš stil, dođite napite se s nama Život nije ni blizu moga plana Zašto nije? Dosad je trebalo da imam zemlju Nešto novca u rukama, negde oko 50 hiljada Ali nemam ništa, pišem stihove u busu I dalje patim; jbš linije praha i dalje šmrčeš, to je za najniže ološe Ovo je za moju braću, moje ortake u prvom redu [Melanie:] Znaš, osvrtala sam se tražeći poznata lica Zaljubila sam se u ljude iz prvog reda Znaš, osvrtala sam se tražeći poznata lica Zaljubila sam se u ljude iz prvog reda [Suffa:] Hip-hop je po mom ukusu Volim da čujem taj bas kad ljubav vodim Volim da čujem neki tekst kad se budim Pišem stihove da preživim raskid Oštre, kao čist viski, bez ublažavanja Isprobao sam 50 prekida, ništa od toga Dok nisam otkrio ovaj i napravio Bas refren sa bubnjem koji me je spasio Ovo je povratak na scenu, jezik oštar kao žilet Tako dobro da i Džejms kaže “Vrati mi moj fank” Jedna traka, osam traka, ADAT, rezidualna buka Čoveče, jbš to, mi čistimo digitalnim igračkama Ja sam Apač, ne možeš me nadmašiti Ruke gore, kao da dozivate taksi I pratite ritam fanka, idete? Jesi pijan brate? Ovo je za moje ortake i čudake u prvom redu [Melanie:] Znaš, osvrtala sam se tražeći poznata lica Zaljubila sam se u ljude iz prvog reda Znaš, osvrtala sam se tražeći poznata lica Zaljubila sam se u ljude iz prvog reda [Suffa:] Ljudi se ne žale kad je tu Safa a oni u prvom redu ispolivani pivom i vlasnici klubova ne kažu “Sve je rastureno, ti si kriv” Ako se zapali krov, to je zbog elektro kvara Čoveče, kladim se da ćete zinuti od mog nastupa Kao ragbi petkom uveče, u duksu se mogu sakriti Živnem na prekidima, kao Pejsvan Momci, ako idete do bara, uzmite po jedno za svog drugara Dame, dođite da kulirate, đuskaj sa mnom mala Imam pola miliona u lovi iz monopola Ništa me ne može zaustaviti mala, uzmi me za ruku Možemo ležati na plaži i brojati zrna peska Ili odleteti do Japana i piti sake s mafijom Odleteti u Libiju na bakardi s Gadafijem Izlazak na večeru, pa fank šou Pokidaćemo majice i skakati u prvom redu [Melanie:] Znaš, osvrtala sam se tražeći poznata lica Zaljubila sam se u ljude iz prvog reda Znaš, osvrtala sam se tražeći poznata lica Zaljubila sam se u ljude iz prvog reda [Melanie:] Daj mi priliku i tvoja sam Ne za novac i ne radi aplauza Ne, oh ne, ne, ne Nego za one sa jeftinim kartama [Melanie:] Znaš, osvrtala sam se tražeći poznata lica Zaljubila sam se u ljude iz prvog reda Znaš, osvrtala sam se tražeći poznata lica Zaljubila sam se u ljude iz prvog reda |