They wake up in the morning, the kids look for bread
Undercover cops on the corners, taking pictures of the kids
The L and your hand up if the patrol car moves
Careful with the scene, because later nobody dares
He loves to hustle for a living, the street is his lair
And seeing the whole scene, people on the rise
Heading down to La Florida, everyone dressed in Adidas
The L makes falls and you can't find a way out
They started in the street with cuzi cuza
They ran it as a crew like the Yakuza
For everything bad there was no excuse
If you talk weird they trick you
They started in the street with cuzi cuza
They ran it as a crew like the Yakuza
For everything bad there was no excuse
If you talk weird they trick you
Routes from Barcelona, down down to Seville
I don't know why they get pissed, watch it if they already catch you
I like Marseille a lot, it's a marvel
Robberies in a villa, they take everything that shines
A spot under an umbrella, talkin' with the little brigade
Some already get caught, they go screaming and screaming
Some get scared that they'll get the cuff
That a judge sits you in the chair, over a crew of snitches
A lookout calls out a car, where the car has no entry
The other already receives it, when it gets to him nothing's left
The crew isn't a crew, because that crew makes calls
Knowing that they're tapped and that ain't cool at all
They started in the street with cuzi cuza
They ran it as a crew like the Yakuza
For everything bad there was no excuse
If you talk weird they trick you
They started in the street with cuzi cuza
They ran it as a crew like the Yakuza
For everything bad there was no excuse
If you talk weird they trick you