AkaiЯнный - Начальника начальник

Lyrics of the song "AkaiЯнный - Chief's Chief"
Verse 1

A traffic cop is standing on the road in the evening, bored
He swings the magic wand on his hand back and forth
And in his head he dreams that he is already the chief
But the chief's platbands have their own chief
Such a topic, he is standing there pumping out drivers
And he has a chief in the evening, he will pump out everything
And so one is sadly stupid, a dilemma in his head
Some kind of unfair system they have
They would have left at least a tip, but they will fleece him to the last thread
Here a complaint will not work, you will not water the house
Of course, you can say he is honest, he does not disgrace his jacket
But suddenly the chiefs now have a secret driver
And now he scans everyone with such intent eyes
Or maybe it is that driver, and in the bushes the chief
And these thoughts, like an avalanche, press on the ass
After all, if you get caught, you can stay a fool

Chorus
Give give give, so that everything is fine
Give give give and don't stand on all fours
Give give give, or be a grandson
Call higher up and hit the boss right on the ass

Give give give, for whiskey and tobacco
Give give give, for a snack of shashlik
Give give give, or be a jock
Like you're stupid, and you don't get who everything is and what

Verse 2
And in the office, in a warm chair, the boss is sad
It's not fair, he's a major, and the topic doesn't rock
And all the wrinkles on his face are so sad
After all, half of the pie was squeezed out by the MFC

When you share, you know, everything will be without B
And he won't come to visit the OSB without an invitation
But if the topic doesn't rock, you're a bad boss
And this can turn out for him sadly

And so he looks at the department, silent silence
He expresses himself tactlessly, the foreman is pissing himself
And so that the department does not relax, the chief intimidated
"I warn you for the last time" and took out a soldering iron

And so on the highway it is evening again, the lights are sad
A traffic cop is standing, trucks are driving, they are slightly shaking
But the chief is waiting, and his chief is waiting for the chief
And everyone is shaking each other, no matter how sadly

Chorus
Give give give, so that everything is fine
Give give give and don't stand on all fours
Give give give, or be a grandson
Call higher and hit the chief right on the ass

Give give give, for whiskey with tobacco
Give give give, for a snack of shashlik
Give give give, or be a jock
Like you're stupid, and not you get it, who is everything and what not

Give give give, so that everything is cool
Give give give and don't stand on all fours
Give give give, or be a grandson
Call higher up and hit the boss right on the ass

Give give give, for whiskey with tobacco

Give give give, for a snack of shashlik
Give give give, or be a jock
Like you're stupid, and you don't get it, who is everything and what not