The neighborhood feels like it's in Rimini
It's sunny like we were in Miami Beach
My boys smoke the new weed
Glued to the steps as with Vinavil
And these girls with the pedigree
They want these bastards without microchips
They want me on their collar like I'm a Pit
Like a movie, but it's not a movie
And I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine, these girls here
They know well, but well, but well this new weed
They take wedding-style photos for us
This area here looks more like a mental asylum
The story of my boys is like a video game
My life is like on television but in entire episodes
We sunbathe in the street under the umbrellas
Let's inflate the swimming pool under the buildings
At the girl's house I'm like ten kilos
In the body of my friend like drug by the liter
And I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine, these girls here
They know well, but well, but well that
The ragas have good stuff
'These guys don't go to school
Now they have a new canvas at home
And two girls under the sheets
Think about it, come after me
He comes up to me, there are three of us
There are three of them, I am not myself
No ifs, no buts, my Clockers
How good are these new shoes
Bees from metropolis buildings
Houses of the Gods like the Acropolis
Fake money like monopoly money
Sounds like Duckburg to me
In popular ones like Queensbridge
Like a movie, but it's not a movie
The ragas have good stuff
'These guys don't go to school
Now they have a new canvas at home
And two girls under the sheets
The ragas have good stuff
'These guys don't go to school
Now they have a new canvas at home
And two girls under the sheets
Think about it, come after me
He comes up to me, there are three of us
There are three of them, I am not myself
No ifs, no buts, my Clockers
How good are these new shoes
Like a film, but it's not a film, no
Like a movie, but it's not a movie, no, no, no, no, no