Текст песни Mr. Credo - Не смотри на попы, а смотри на стопы

Summer comes, the metropolis is like a swarm of bees
Cars buzz and men against long skirts
The subwoofer blows low and the cool DJ conjures
On the radio wave from the outside and everything is on my high
Having scored on the podium all the top models entered the city
Their long legs in my soul give rise to thoughts
Glamorous look and R'n'B rocks to the rhythm of the priests
They swing this way and the cops

Chorus:
Glamorous look and R'n'B rocks to the rhythm of the priests
They swing this way and the cops
Glamorous look and R'n'B shakes, shakes
From this life everyone gets what he wants

I plunge into contemplation quickly, eyes and legs
Coming to meet me straight from glossy covers
The capital offers and suggests by the way
What will you give them "Lamborghini" "Maserati"
And give preference to 50 Centa songs
And instead of whiskey, there can be 50 absinthe
And people know who are blowing up the charts, tops again
Promoting hip hop swinging to the rhythm of the pop

Chorus:
Glamorous look and R'n'B rocks to the rhythm of the priests
They swing this way and the cops
Glamorous look and R'n'B shakes, shakes
From this life everyone gets what he wants