More songs by Side Baby
More songs by Ketama126
Description
Associated Performer: Fudasca feat. Side Baby, Ketama126, Close Listen
Producer, Associated Performer: Fudasca
Associated Performer: Side Baby
Associated Performer: Ketama126
Producer, Associated Performer: Close Listen
Composer, Lyricist: Simone Eleuteri
Composer, Lyricist: Arturo Bruni
Composer, Lyricist: Piero Baldini
Lyricist, Composer: Michele Lamonica
Composer, Lyricist: Pierfrancesco Pasini
Lyricist, Composer: Alessandro Manzo
Lyrics and translation
Original
Vattene a fanculo! Oh, vattene a fanculo! Oh
Vattene a fanculo, brutto infame! Vattene a fanculo!
Ehi... Sai, baby, baby
Vattene a fanculo, infame di merda!
Rick Owens pestano siringhe piene d'eroina
Avevo buchi nelle Nike quand'ero un ragazzino
Finché mamma non mi chiamava per cena ero in giro
Piazzale Partigiani faceva davvero schifo
Air Force bianche nuove, usavo uno spazzolino
I primi crimini che ho visto era nel condominio
Guardavo Roddy e Ped in full, mai letto Topolino
North Face e Air Max come Taglierino
Se ti becco in giro, ti faccio fare il ballerino
Romano connesso in strada, mi sento Renatino
Rione XX è casa mia, puoi beccarmi in piazza in pigiama
Amo solo la mia donna, non mi importa di una puttana
I soldi sono soltanto un mezzo per poter viver meglio
Quindi più mi vedi che ne alzo, più mi vedrai meno
Amici che hanno passato tre, quattro estati grigie
Ma adesso contano contanti al sole a Tenerife (Spagna)
Sta a fa' gli ciuccio con la mission gemita
Gemita, ma sei sicuro?
A lei c'è lento, a sgama' gli infami so' una spada
Conto i soldi che mi restano, i giorni e le ore
Dio perdona i miei peccati, sono un peccatore
Ho perso tempo per la via, non so cos'è l'amore
Ma so cos'è un infame, a sgamamme so' un campione
Freddo nel mio cuore, mi sento Abatino
Ma il mio sangue scorre caldo, c'ho il sangue latino
Suona la vicina, puzza nel condominio
Prince of Persia, fumo hashish, sono un assassino
Morirò a duecento all'ora sopra il mio GT
O con un buco nel collo come Charlie Kirk
Perché vogliono azzittirci e toglierci la voce
Al mio fianco due ladroni come Cristo in croce
Ho palazzi rosa e gialli, Cinquecento sono viola
Sei stato in strada per vent'anni, non farti fotte' da una troia
Ho comprato qualche pistola prima di una borsa bianca
Ho priorità diverse, non mi importa della moda
Non mi importa della fama, ho l'amore della zona
Alzo i soldi per mia figlia, le compro quello che vuole
Sei il baby, ricorda il baby, non scordarti mai il nome
Sei il baby, ricorda il baby, non scordarti mai il nome
Rick Owens pestano siringhe piene d'eroina
Avevo buchi nelle Nike quand'ero un ragazzino
Finché mamma non mi chiamava per cena ero in giro
Piazzale Partigiani faceva davvero schifo
English translation
Go fuck yourself! Oh, fuck off! Oh
Go fuck yourself, you infamous bastard! Go fuck yourself!
Hey... You know, baby, baby
Go fuck yourself, you infamous bastard!
Rick Owens crushes needles full of heroin
I had holes in my Nikes when I was a kid
Until mom called me for dinner I was out and about
Piazzale Partigiani really sucked
New white Air Forces, I used a toothbrush
The first crimes I saw were in the apartment building
I watched Roddy and Ped in full, never read Mickey Mouse
North Face and Air Max as Cutter
If I catch you out and about, I'll make you be a dancer
Romano connected on the street, I feel like Renatino
Rione XX is my home, you can catch me in the square in my pajamas
I just love my woman, I don't care about a whore
Money is just a means to live better
So the more you see me get up, the more you'll see me less
Friends who have spent three, four gray summers
But now they count cash in the sun in Tenerife (Spain)
It's time to give him a pacifier with the groaning mission
Moan, are you sure?
To her there is slow, to sgama' the infamous ones I'm a sword
I count the money I have left, the days and hours
God forgive my sins, I am a sinner
I lost time on the way, I don't know what love is
But I know what an infamous person is, I'm actually a champion
Cold in my heart, I feel like Abatino
But my blood runs warm, I have Latin blood
The neighbor rings, it stinks in the apartment building
Prince of Persia, I smoke hashish, I'm a murderer
I'll die at two hundred miles an hour in my GT
Or with a hole in his neck like Charlie Kirk
Because they want to silence us and take away our voices
At my side two thieves like Christ on the cross
I have pink and yellow buildings, Cinquecento are purple
You been on the streets for twenty years, don't get fucked by a bitch
I bought a few guns before a white bag
I have different priorities, I don't care about fashion
I don't care about the fame, I got the love of the area
I raise money for my daughter, buy her what she wants
You're the baby, remember the baby, never forget the name
You're the baby, remember the baby, never forget the name
Rick Owens crushes needles full of heroin
I had holes in my Nikes when I was a kid
Until mom called me for dinner I was out and about
Piazzale Partigiani really sucked