Текст песни МС Андрей Губин - Усть Кут

Two weeks passed, and Andrew escaped from prison.
He did not like it, he killed the guard at night.
Of course the chase began, shots from machine guns,
With five bullets, he survived like a night stalker.

Announced search: Wanted, special signs.
A scar on the face, a leather jacket, two meters tall.
Anyone who knows any information, please inform
By number zero-two, or just kill.

Not in any way do not approach this guy,
He is armed and just simply overwhelm you.
He soaked two musars in the performance, wild.
And two more guys with my baseball bat.

I forgot to add an important fact. Gubin lived in Ust-Kut,
This is the Irkutsk region, the Siberian ghetto in vnature.
Local wolves are more dangerous than niggaz in the Bronx,
It is necessary to survive in these conditions as an underdog in boxing.

Andrei hid for more than a year in a gloomy cave.
Smoked bamboo, grass, stone and coke through a pipette.
He brought his chicks and made a holiday
In short, Andrei Gubin lived like a prince from a fairy tale.

BUT! Hey bracho, eat a cigarette, I need a cigarette.
Give a lighter, friend, because there is so little light.
You give me a cigarette, and I give you a chick for the night, we have an exchange.
Hey Kent! Hi, how alive is healthy, come here bold.

I read on relaxed, for those who do not understand me.
I'm lying sick again, the temperature is high forty.
In my humble den, not even a ray of light passes.
From the darkness and gloom the dim lantern blinds.

He lived in a cave, hiding from cops and people.
No one knew where to look for him, except the gray walls.
There is very little oxygen in a dark, damp room.
Andrew was smoked in the trash, like Harry Potter.

Lazily puffed gasoline from the ninety-third column,
The atmosphere irritated him and acted on his nerves.
It is verified that if you do nothing for two whole years,
In addition to smoking hashish, you can die of boredom.
 
He was searched for with dogs, morgues and old hospitals,
It is as if by magic, as dust has evaporated somewhere.
On the outskirts of the city of Ust-Kut, on the banks of the river Kut,
A long time ago, a hundred years ago, his friend lived - an old sailor.

"Ha, Zdarova Andryukha, how many years have not seen you!
Well, tell me how life? Are you looking for the police?
Oh no bro, I'm in the board my boyfriend, for his grave,
By the way, if you want, we can sail with you to Brazil.

I heard that there is marijuana in the free market,
We will buy a bag with you and we will be the Brazilian kings.
They will learn what Russia and the Russian mafia are.
For you and me, bro is always and everywhere has its own rules. "

They hit the road, two old and loyal friends.
Deciding on an adventure like the guy in the movie The Truman Show.
We thought about our loved ones and friends, but paradise was waiting for them ahead
There is no way back; marijuana was no longer far away.

On the way, they robbed Jumjing's pirate ship,
They met Peter Pena, Spongebob and a water miracle.
Three months later, sailed to the shores of the cherished country.
The heat, the sun, the beach, the golden sand, they were in for a surprise.

When buying a bag of a second-handed gave as a gift,
That's how it is - pipets, our guys said in chorus.
Bought a villa, a yacht, two cars, a business appeared.
They traded drugs, Andrei Gubin changed the image.