CAC BLAC [English translation]

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