You're going to Canada A grey Audi rolls through the city I enjoy working on coke Tape over his eyes, pull his cap down Know that I'm the daddy of showbiz sluts Money for my brother or we're shooting with bazookas To European noses The drug arrives via Kosovo I have a shopping mall, I have twenty villas Apartments, shops, hotels, I live that criminal life I have small-time crooks in my pocket, in every party We ride in a police van through the city, like real policemen If you have a good car, give us the car, I'm taking the steering wheel You want your car back? Okay, come, prepare the money Blood flows every day, the state trembles from the clan The prime minister succumbed to his wounds, and the bank guards our drugs (Sing!)

Why am I not a little bird to fly far away And to see if someone is waiting for me outside Sell the coachman's horse, mother Then get your convict son out Why am I not a little bird to fly far away And to see if someone is waiting for me outside Sell the coachman's horse, mother Then get your convict son out Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! You're going to Canada! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! You're going to Canada! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! You're going to Canada! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! You're going to Canada! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! You're going to Canada! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! You're going to Canada! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! You're going to Canada! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! You're going to Canada!

You're going to Canada In South America, I'm in the shade In Paris, I spend foreign currency When you have money, they don't ask for a visa So if you're not close, the clan's soldiers bite A meat grinder, that's a very nasty invention Half a ton of cocaine, Buenos Aires, Argentina Balkan warrior, Paraguay, four fell with five kilos Ten thousand soldiers, kidnappings, murders Extortions, assassinations, everyone has to pay protection money We are connected with politics, a politician on the line Nobody causes us problems, I solve all those perversions with a picture I have a base, beautiful as a vase, all made of glass While we pay for your campaigns, "Sablja" mows us down!

Why am I not a little bird to fly far away And to see if someone is waiting for me outside Sell the coachman's horse, mother Then get your convict son out Why am I not a little bird to fly far away And to see if someone is waiting for me outside Sell the coachman's horse, mother Then get your convict son out Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! You're going to Canada! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! You're going to Canada! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! You're going to Canada! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! You're going to Canada! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! You're going to Canada! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! You're going to Canada! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! You're going to Canada! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! You're going to Canada!

Good morning stackers!