(Mob, Mob)

When I was still a kid (oh-oh, oh-oh)
I wanted to be a rascal (oh-oh, oh-oh)
On the street with my cousin (oh-oh, oh-oh)
With packages under the moped (like Spadino)

It seemed like a Tarantino movie (oh-oh, oh-oh)
Ruffians that I still have nearby (oh-oh, oh-oh)
They make the bags in the warehouse (oh-oh, oh-oh)
With the iron under the sink, like The Godfather

Here in the area just a call is enough (brr, brr)
And you disappear, abracadabra (one, two, three, puff)
Prostitutes and spies and street people (ah)
Around me like Sinatra
I take the whole team on tour (hey)
The whole place is watching us (hey)
This is what Tony Montana does
But when I pass by
He hides his watch and necklace (dickhead)
To keep cool my bro sweats cold at customs
He ends up so cool for so long
That he decorates the cell as if it were home
When I went to school as a child (eh)
People in the class called me "rascal"
And I already had a keen ear
For the sirens, ni-no ni-no

When I was still a kid (oh-oh, oh-oh)
I wanted to be a rascal (oh-oh, oh-oh)
On the street with my cousin (oh-oh, oh-oh)
With packages under the moped (like Spadino)

It seemed like a Tarantino movie (oh-oh, oh-oh)
Ruffians that I still have nearby (oh-oh, oh-oh)
They make the bags in the warehouse (oh-oh, oh-oh)
With the iron under the sink like The Godfather (Jake)

Put the coin in and we fly
Scooters on one wheel only (uoh, uoh)
We do it inside the purple papers (well)
The lines in one shot (like old school)
And yet we still walk
Survived the dangers (ah)
To the blades in the dark alleys
Here before the trap
Before the lean glasses and before the Vicodin
I live even after the overdose (seh)
I'm Pablo, I'm Keyser Söze (seh)
I'm out stepping on these squares
With the sole of the new shoes (yeah)
Among my people without fear, without the cops (uh, uh, uh)
I made money without luck, without invoice
Black stamped cars (ah)
They bring gold records on the streets (ah)
To remind them to honor the father, bro, ohh

When I was still a kid (oh-oh, oh-oh)
I wanted to be a rascal (oh-oh, oh-oh)
On the street with my cousin (oh-oh, oh-oh)
With packages under the moped (like Spadino)

It seemed like a Tarantino movie (oh-oh, oh-oh)
Ruffians that I still have nearby (oh-oh, oh-oh)
They make the bags in the warehouse (oh-oh, oh-oh)
With the iron under the sink like The Godfather

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