Ernia – Puro Sinaloa Lyrics (feat. Lazza, Rkomi & Tedua)

[Testo di “Puro Sinaloa” ft. Tedua, Rkomi & Lazza]

[Intro: Ernia]
Milano
Tredici anni dopo, una generazione dopo
Vai Joe, andiamo
Do-Do-Do-Do-Don Joe

[Strofa 1: Ernia]
Trovami ancora seduto sul corner
Mentre racconto qualche storia forte
Poetica fatta di fumo, di asfalto, di pare e di morte
Spacco solo io, fra’, no te
Tipa, fra’, nuova di pacca
Quanto c’ho speso per ‘sta nuova giacca
Uova dal culo, son uova di Pasqua
Una borsa al collo che, fra’, non è una borsa, è il Nasdaq
Il sogno era di farli ASAP
Dandoti la pelle d’oca alle braccia
La scritta “ACAB”, tutti nei club, fra’
Metti le mani sul culo, c’hai le mani in faccia
La paura fa novanta, la novantuno paura, certo
Andrebbe scritto alle fermate per qualche inesperto
Ed è così che la vera Milano suona, ah
Per questo arrivo da Bo-Bo-Bonola

[Strofa 2: Tedua]
Gallaratese, circonvalla in gara schiaccia il taser
Quando chicco balla, dice al tipo chi comanda
Vede chi comanda, si fotte dell’ambiente
Della scena adiacente
Per piacere, genovese, babe
Non è che vado giù in ferie
Siamo su in tele, quel che succede
Ad oggi la censura è ancora sui rapper che parlan sul premier
(Tedua) Vedo gente lamentarsi: Dark o FSK, ma (Ma dai)
Abbiamo ascoltato coca-rap prima dei rapper ad Atlanta
Ed io quanti ne imbosco, chili sotto al cruscotto
Parla al riocontra se, se ti incontra un poliziotto
Tutti bravi a fare i viaggi, personaggi
Poi nel video porti il ferro con cui va a caccia tuo nonno
Ah, ah, credevi fosse un gioco
Ma io ho il micro nel conflitto fuoco a fuoco
Okay, mi hai convinto ma confido poco a poco
Ho il mito di Al Pacino ed il tapiro te lo tiro (Addosso)
In bocca ho una torcia più grossa di quella di uno sbirro

[Ritornello: Ernia, Rkomi, Lazza & Tedua]
Tu sei VIP su IG, noi VIP al TG

Noi visti in TV, voi distintivi
Picchia come Gohan
Uova in pancia, boa
Da Milano a Doha, puro Sinaloa
Tu sei VIP su IG, noi VIP al TG
Noi visti in TV, voi distintivi
Picchia come Gohan
Uova in pancia, boa
Da Milano a Doha, puro Sinaloa

[Strofa 3: Rkomi]
Allerta sempre, gira la giacca
Dopo un furto serve un cambio targa
Cambiare è un attimo, lo so
Ma ho solo tredici anni e ho solo cinque euro
Devono diventare cento, dopo centomila, un milione
Bomber nero, dentro un pon pon
Puro Bogo’, bon bon, tredici anni dopo
Giro la giacca dopo un furto, con la trancia nello zaino
Avevo tredici anni, il punto dentro il doppio dei miei anni
Ed io copiavo i grandi, parlavo come loro
Come Leo, come [?]
Con mia madre che urlava: “È pronto”
È agosto e mi sento solo, Milano, come ti odio
Dal palco a Piazzale Cuoco, mi faccio bastare il poco

[Strofa 4: Lazza]
Rimo da quando non mi chiamavano Zzala
Sulla novanta, senza un euro in tasca
Sognavo un palco come un’ora d’aria
La nuova generazione era paga
E, fra’, mi sentivo solo
Ricordo ma’ che piangeva, mi hanno bocciato di nuovo
Oggi che quelli che ascoltavo, fra’, si ascoltano me
Sorridi a ventiquattro denti e la mia faccia sul Duomo
E yes, yes, yoh, forse mi batti a yes, yes, Pro
Non so chiedere per favore, né permesso
E so che oggi, fra’, per prendere il mio
Ho fatto contento il diavolo e fatto offendere Dio

[Ritornello: Ernia, Rkomi, Lazza & Tedua]
Tu sei VIP su IG, noi VIP al TG
Noi visti in TV, voi distintivi
Picchia come Gohan
Uova in pancia, boa
Da Milano a Doha, puro Sinaloa
Tu sei VIP su IG, noi VIP al TG
Noi visti in TV, voi distintivi
Picchia come Gohan
Uova in pancia, boa
Da Milano a Doha, puro Sinaloa

Dababy – INTRO Lyrics

Play this song

[Verse 1]
Thinkin’ ’bout my grandmama and shit
I got the number one record, they acknowledged the jit (Ayy, yo, Kid)
They goin’ crazy when they play it, head bobbin’ and shit
And I’m just somewhere fucked up thinkin’ ’bout my father and shit
They found him dead a couple days before I started tour
Same day I flew back to the city from Miami
I was out there with the family
Just lookin’ at my daughter
Thinkin’ to myself like, “Damn, my baby look just like my daddy”
Same time I got the news, my shit went number one, that’s fucked up
That shit there was confusin’, a lil’ bit, you know I flew in with the stick
Okay, like let me know what’s up before I lose it in this bitch
And everybody tryna talk, I ain’t tryna talk, I’m tryna click
I’m tryna send somebody wit’ him
Somebody let me know what’s happenin’
My last name K-I-R-K, Kirk
You know how I rock behind my daddy
You know I never gave a fuck about the world, just about my family
How the fuck I make it to the top same day I lost the nigga that had me?
How a nigga perform on BET and a year ago couldn’t afford a sandwich?
I had to move in with TG when I went broke movin’ out to Cali
What you know you smilin’ every day for all your fans, actin’ like you happy?
I spent a hundred thousand layin’ my daddy to rest, but I ain’t braggin’
I got some questions, I’m a die about respect if I don’t get answers
My mama stood up in that chair, took it like a G when she had cancer
My brother be thinkin’ that we don’t love him and let him struggle like we ain’t family
Like I won’t give up all I got to see you happy, nigga
We shocked the world, everybody know what’s happenin’, nigga
I’m still Lil’ Jon Jon, my song, it just went platinum, nigga
We on our own time, let’s go move out to Cali, nigga
Put the kids in homeschool, let’s go get us a mansion, nigga
Let’s raise our kids right, let’s watch the shit we teach ’em, nigga
Let’s start a business for you so they can’t say that you leechin’, nigga
How I know I’m the chosen one, ’cause sometimes when I be speakin’, nigga
Like on this song, I ain’t rappin’, I’m preachin’, nigga

[Chorus]
If I love you, then I need ya (Let’s go)
I fuck with you like Martin fuck with Gina (Uh)
We family like we Venus and Serena (Hey)
Let’s go get married like we thank God and Kanisha (Okay)
Don’t give a fuck about the world, just ’bout my people (Facts)
I don’t care what the fuck they told you, we ain’t equal (Uh-uh)
Niggas ain’t cut from the same cloth, these niggas see-through (Ayy)
And I be too busy doin’ me to see what he do, nigga

[Verse 2]
Yeah, verse two, that lil’ nigga from the other side (Uh-huh)
And I do it myself, whenever I ride, you know that my brothers ride (Okay)
And I still got a lotta shit on my mind that I can’t undecide (Yeah, yeah)
Got me ready to slide, feelin’ like Doe Boy when his brother died (Boyz n the Hood)
You know how I step, you know how I rep, you know about Baby, nigga (You know about Baby)
You know how I’m comin’ back for that cross if you ever play me, nigga (Get back)
You know how I got it up out the mud and turned it to gravy nigga (Huh)
And hit the rap game like crack cocaine in the ’80s, nigga

[Interlude]
Fuck you niggas talkin’ ’bout, bruh? Like.. (Oh my God, oh)
Look (Oh my God)
Look, man
Look (Oh my God)
Baby on Baby, now that’s Baby on Baby
God is great
Big dawg, Baby
He goin’ Baby on Baby on Baby, huh
Yeah, rest in peace to my daddy
Rest in peace to my grandma
Let’s go

[Chorus]
If I love you, then I need ya (Let’s go)
I fuck with you like Martin fuck with Gina (Uh)
We family like we Venus and Serena (Hey)
Let’s go get married like we thank God and Kanisha (Okay)
Don’t give a fuck about the world, just ’bout my people (Facts)
I don’t care what the fuck they told you, we ain’t equal (Uh-uh)
Niggas ain’t cut from the same cloth, these niggas see-through (Ayy)
And I be too busy doin’ me to see what he do, nigga

[Outro]
Uh-huh
Okay, yeah
Uh-huh
Okay

410 – Do It & Crash Lyrics

[Verse 1: M24]
Do it, do it
Man a put work in the streets like Stizz
Slap on a tap with smoke, with smoke
Man better pray that a fuckboy lives
Like c’ourse I did
Came with a shh and my guy got hit
And if he ain’t worth the corn, then man will get beat like TG did
Oh shit that’s rude
I know, I know
AM and Skegndo link up
So man better catch the flow
Like de man try come round
And come back like a merigo
Chef, splash, splash
I swear this shit never gets old
Like shit den what
Fuck around and get got
Like how many times have I lurked
And caught man’s not hot
AD hops off a bike and shoots
Don’t you know my guy’s too on
Bow
Don’t you know my guy’s on job
Man I’ve done dirt on blocks
And had the fuckboys running in shops
No lies, I’m talking facts
Nuff app boys have been got
Smashing cars, look at that pussy
All now ever been touched
Step over there with my raincoat on
Cah all now nothing ain’t dropped

{Verse 2: Skengdo]
Everyone’s bad, it’s kinda sad
Everyone wan try rap bout gang
These yutes, them man
These skengs them bang
Now you wan act like you don’t know
Bare tweeting, I don’t know about that
These guys go nuts, it’s green we fly
I laugh when they talk bout chingings
Countless man on your team’s been crashed
410 and we always crash
See these bells they’re ringing
Diligent men stuff tools in a bag
And man stay sinning
But I ain’t seen God since [?] and that
And my team’s been winning
Jay100 bought a fresh bottle to the party
And truss it was dirt to the max
Been in the field from young
Put in the work, I was flipping them packs
Then I got my hands on a shank
Don’t bother try run til you’re onto the gang
Box man up that’s the only [?]
If he ain’t curled up then I done the job wass
Milage, hella milage
Better move or you might get crashed
Bro said Skeng go get this dough
No lifestyle no gang
I hear you bro, ima get this money
I swear ima get these racks
And that chick is your chick
But she wan be round gang
Add a K on the opps, did it already
Man saw me and just dashed

[Verse 3: AM]
Push man’s work, man’s getting it gone
That shank don’t bend that devilish one
Coulda backed my shank on a eediot’s son
Like bare ching ching like asian cunts
Dudu dudu
Dip some bums, that’s things that I like
Cause I want no cuffs
Everyone knows that I ain’t that buff
Get the fuck out my face but you wan act up
I don’t want love
I just wanna get my funds up
Get a 1-2 corn like bum bum
Dudu dudu, hunter
We look back, selector
She was in the band, avec moi
12 inch rambo, protector
Dudu dudu, ejector
Don’t wanna end up like Teddy
Chop man’s throat like opps from belly
Thought you would’ve learnt already
Saw two guns but man’s got many
Sorry who’s name got tarnished
How you get moped when the tings got cartons
Stop this talk ‘bout Spartans
Man can’t see one [?]
And if you really wanna talk ‘bout arts and crafts
Bros in the box like cartons
See all the yutes with the part like bacon
But can’t stop tarking
Darling, come take a trip with a martian
Ugly, but I’m still rassing
She’s calling me bastard
I was just laughing
Noddy or leave no bargain