I remember when I started to sing,
I didn't bother like a priest minds me
I fuck in some suburbs but the rest can go there as well
And your whore comes here and my boyz go there
P.AW.N. GANG is my gang, and my gang goes killing
We spend half a gram in the fucking sink and my gang know's what's doing
Smoking weed and undoing it, leaves the guy on land
And when the gang goes on the street to find paper goes as if there was no tomorrow
All day listening to shitty shit and understood it all
You're too slow because the shots went with the double glass
He's the young Lil Guiu the guy who sings
And your whore comes as if she had hiccups
I wake up and I only thing 'bout smoking weed, jump
I greet all the guys of the fucking blod who only think about having it all
Leave the guy and collect his garden, let him be and behave as twisted
Don't mess around with the gang, there's no police 'cause this is Virgilia and you're dead man.
Whores look from the cornice but I don't care until I'm dead,
This guys speak too much but yet they live of very few luck.
All day smoking weed, and now I have Quim in my belly
And the speeds are yellow-coloured, but of a bittersweet taste like hidro-lollipop.
I'm sick of listening to lies from your teeth, I really hate that man
All day I'm high meeting my friends
I know you speak bravely and then run bravely,
3 seconds pass and your girlfriend is under the table eating as fuck
I remember when I started to sing,
I didn't bother like a priest minds me
I fuck in some suburbs but the rest can go there as well
And your whore comes here and my boyz go there
P.AW.N. GANG is my gang, and my gang goes killing
We spend half a gram in the fucking sink and my gang know's what's doing
Smoking weed and undoing it, leaves the guy on land
And when the gang goes on the street to find paper goes as if there was no tomorrow
In between the "blac" guys, competing like we used when we were kids,
An education that now I look at as from my sill
In the street they learn things that yet haven't been written
It's "emo bie", it's cold blood, it's to know what to do with a whore in your bed
To count quickly, check the address, look at her eyes when you shot her chest
Check properly if you've heard the click, no pity I don't laugh
And the "alps" look at me, they envy me, what I wanted got it already
And if a motherfucker sends me away I will make sure that I laugh
Sweet venjance I leave it in the time's hands and my friends
And if I smoke too much and shout things it's because of accumulated stress
Lost guy, play with my guys, he things he goes along the garden but he's wrong
I've got the gang at the cornice overlooking what's on the roof
I read the Bible and it was alright
Whore I was left behing so thick
Now I leave the Bible and get the Drapho
Now big things with my gang
And know that girls look at me at "Blac"
Qhen I walk on the street with my coats
With an inspired face and my half-closed eyes
With my arched eyebrows and projects on mind.
I remember when I started to sing,
I didn't bother like a priest minds me
I fuck in some suburbs but the rest can go there as well
And your whore comes here and my boyz go there
P.AW.N. GANG is my gang, and my gang goes killing
We spend half a gram in the fucking sink and my gang know's what's doing
Smoking weed and undoing it, leaves the guy on land
And when the gang goes on the street to find paper goes as if there was no tomorrow