joke track I did with David about Piroskis (meat pies) done in a corny accent. both of us on chorus, me on verse 1, him on 2, both on 3
Been making music since late 2005, been doing a lot of the positive vibed stuff lately, things that I feel are actually worth talking about
Lyrics
-Piroshki one, peroshki 2
Peroshki for me, none for you
-1,2,3,4
Peroshki in my hand, Peroshki on floor
-5,6,7,8, Peroshki is good,
Peroshki is really good!
P to the I the R OSH
KI Piroshki is what I say
I love my food, meat patties cooked in an oven
With potatoes Ima love it I’ma hug it and munch it
None of them other types of pies aint got nothing on my country
No other Russian rappers aint got noting on me!
Great success! I am the best in Russia!
If you steal my pies…I will crush ya!
Beef, mushroom, pork and cheese
I say my mother, more meat pie please
High five! I can eat five pies!
I eat 12 once, I no tell no lies
In my country, we no like mickey donalds
We go vladmir e cheeses, smell is quite awful
But we tolerate and wait in line 5 hour sometime
Just to feed self in belly with 5 meat pie
chorus
I’m a star studded stunner from the land of the great
When I serve my pies, all the children will wait
For the scraps that I leave behind on the floor
Everyone will bang down my front door
When you eat them you will do a dance
You will feel greatful that you’ve had that chance
Meat pies are the best of all
On judgement day from the heavens will fall
This beat is fat, and so am I
I eat so much I make baby cry
Meat surrounded by soft bread
You think you good don’t let it go to head
Free pies to all means country no fall
It is official food of piroski ball
If you don’t believe a word, It’s true
In soviet Russia, car drives you!
We see you tip your hat and thinking you cool
In soviet Russia we say you fool
USSR was very very bad
For economy and Stalingrad
We have cold winter and it warm my bone
When piroski on my table when I come home
We influence wide world in much facet of life
We cut piroshki and we having no knife
We no sag our pants, we pulling them higher
We cook our piroshki on hot open fire
Piroshki is like good nectar of gods
We are hot, we almost like melting clock
In my country, we are wearing big coat
We so crazy sometime we talking to goat
Nuclear weapons are our friends
We bomb you if we get no piroshki
