Vodim te na pekaru!
Na-na-na-na pekaru!
Ru-ru-ru-ru pekaru!
Vodim te na pekaru!

Vodim te na pekaru!
Na-na-na-na pekaru!
Ru-ru-ru-ru pekaru!
Vodim te na pekaru!

When I was growing up on
The mean streets of Podgorica
My mind was so conflicted
Two new passions had got me addicted

My fifteenth birthday was when it began
My parents bought presents, both with different plans
Dad bought an album for me, Straight Outta Compton
Mum chose a cookbook, so many options

On first glance, it didn't impress me
Avoided recipes to serve prstaci
Ćufte made of horse feet? Olives stuffed with ox meat?
Watermelon garnished with some nettles and bread wheat?

Think I'll pass.

Almost returned the book
But I figured I should give it a final look
Till then I saw a section I hadn't read
All about baking: cakes, muffins, pies, tarts, and bread!

Then to his mind came quite a novel plan
A brand new act, fusing his lyrics and cuisine
Something you've never seen before
His idea: a whole new type of bakery
Rapping while he bakes
Sure to draw a crowd
MCs baking tarts!

(Vodim te na pekaru!)

Soon after that I teamed up with Dejan
No one believed what we were saying
"You can't be serious! Rapping bakers?
There's no such thing, you two must be fakers!"

But we trained up, still kept on dreaming
Every day strudel, every night freestyle
So when we decided we would premiere it
All the doubters couldn't believe it

We bought our own shop and we soon hit the big time
TV reports on the bakers who spit rhymes
Visitors came from far away places
To watch our flow and fill muffin cases

Christmas cake, birthday cake, cookies and danish
If you can name it, you bet we can bake it
Even the cynics admit we're the greatest
We proved them all wrong, 'cause now we made it

Now they're the kings of cobs and cherry flan
And still they rap, as they ice cakes with buttercream
And every evening there's a show
Rolling dough, baking bread as they're freestyling
Whisking up meringue
While they're spitting bars
Try some key lime pie!

Vodim te na pekaru!

Ever since we got famous
There have been imitators
They try to copy us, but they should know they can't outplay us
T.I. sells lamb in pita
And Die Antwoord make pizza
But we're the only rapping bakers, here in Podgorica!

Vodim te na pekaru!
Na-na-na-na pekaru!
Ru-ru-ru-ru pekaru!
Vodim te na pekaru!

Vodim te na pekaru!
Na-na-na-na pekaru!
Ru-ru-ru-ru pekaru!
Vodim te na pekaru!