EastWest Rockers - Łap oddech

Catch, catch the breath
catch the breath, catch the breath
Catch, catch the breath
catch the breath, catch the breath

It brings down the legs
this beat hits you like a milion bullets' force
bass dishes in the ground and there's no enough breath
And you catch the breath catch the breath (bzzz)
catch the breath catch the breath (bzzz)
Bass is floating on the air

This is not wannabe,
hotshot and lamer won't mess with me
he say, say, say but he cannot anything
it's like slick shit,
it cannot be more
for that Luba and Cheeba in order to brush you up
you have there a sip of music,
cuz somewhat the talent is missing
You have to hear, we make it
and when we are laughting
you have no doubt who the best is
You see us! (so are we!) Still we are burning the fire

There is so hot, when the EastWest dropes that
you won't except it crimey
Cheeba, blast your secret weapon off!

It brings down the legs
this beat hits you like a milion bullets' force
bass dishes in the ground and there's no enough breath
And you catch the breath catch the breath (bzzz)
catch the breath catch the breath (bzzz)
Bass is floating on the air

Yo, check this, we fill the hall
like we fill the sheets by matter
we don't succumb the influence
we don't do anything under pressure
check this, thought you'll lose your breath soon
test the theme, pomp the month,
I release my ADHD, ye
EastWest catch you up, it gets hot
Under the legs you feel a lotta bass at the party
You miss a breath, I know it, I pick the oxygen up!
It misses a breath where it burns
catch here this breathing dude
Arch yourself, don't look what a trendy is
Because of this strong bass your pants are slating
East West Rockets presents a style worthily

It brings down the legs
this beat hits you like a milion bullets' force
bass dishes in the ground and there's no enough breath
And you catch the breath catch the breath (bzzz)
catch the breath catch the breath (bzzz)
Bass is floating on the air

Hey stop! Keep it brother, yes?
one, two, when I catch the mic I shine like a star
When I stand on the stage each of girls wants me
Bro, you enter at the jag, it will be piece of trip
I'm coming to the city, exactly like the Mazda
I'm scorching on the riddim and the public is romping
Homie, you know what is it, it's critical mass
Feel it like it increases
For the mugs bullet! And for confidents basta
feel it, when the music hits then pain disappears
Woman turn their hips, whole massive shouts pull, yo
When I gabble I feel like a king of life
and hear me selecta, I say pull!

It brings down the legs
this beat hits you like a milion bullets' force
bass dishes in the ground and there's no enough breath
And you catch the breath catch the breath (bzzz)
catch the breath catch the breath (bzzz)
Bass is floating on the air