[Verse] Streets frostbitten, sippin' on the firewater, Pocket full of vodka, ridin' in the Benz, push starter, Brigada by my side, bratta on the other end, Day and night, we ride, no pretend. [Verse 2] Highway burners, we on fire, spinning tires, Spitting flames, rhymes hotter than the Siberian wires, Cossacks don’t play, we hustle in broad daylight, Break the dawn, buzz the dusk, no fright. [Chorus] With my brat, with my brigada, livin’ the high life, Russian vodka in my pocket, sharper than a knife, All day, all night, rollin' like the Kremlin walls, Gangsta paradise, heed the homeland calls. [Verse 3] Ink on the paper, rapping like no babushka's tale, Lada on blocks, Benz on the trail, Gopnik in tracksuits, Adidas stripes bold, Legends in the making, ancient stories retold. [Bridge] Smoke rises, Moscow blinks, our resolve glows, Through narrow alleys, through the winter snows, Chasing shadows, rhythms beat strong, In this frozen tundra, we forever belong. [Chorus] With my brat, with my brigada, livin’ the high life, Russian vodka in my pocket, sharper than a knife, All day, all night, rollin' like the Kremlin walls, Gangsta paradise, heed the homeland calls.
