They dream of big checks, they dream of big girls
They don't accept failure, looking for their Tinkerbell
I screw them on a skewer, haircut or blow-dry
The neighborhood on the cover, the neighborhood on the cover

I want to be left alone
I want to smoke my joint while being cool
I'm under flash, I'm going for a ride in the city
I see weird faces, dude it smells like trouble
Here I just made the beat, in the studio it's a lambada
In the hood for real it's getting tough
There are cameras under the streetlights
Who will be there in case of war?
It's shooting too much, I escape to the sea
The jealous ones like to stir up shit
But I fuck them too much yeah on the grandfather
I'm going to release the UFO, you'll tell me if your MC has recovered
They talk about me in their songs as if they love me
But what have these people done for me?

And they're hitting half-times
While the cops are doing full-time
My gang is the one of the little jerks
Who hang out without a license with the thing
They dream of big checks, they dream of big girls
They don't accept failure, looking for their Tinkerbell
I screw them on a skewer, haircut or blow-dry
The neighborhood on the cover, the neighborhood on the cover

That I extract myself from the street
In my hood there are no benches, we hang out on the road
We know life, yes the street
And you know, what they say: don't give a damn
It screws everything up, even your pack of blondes
They envy you when you pass by with a beautiful blonde
In a crazy car, a saucer
A crazy noise when you shift into second gear
In the hood it's Arizona, I only see bandits hanging out
In the hood it's Arizona, I only see bandits hanging out

And they're hitting half-times
While the cops are doing full-time
My gang is the one of the little jerks
Who hang out without a license with the thing
They dream of big checks, they dream of big girls
They don't accept failure, looking for their Tinkerbell
I screw them on a skewer, haircut or blow-dry
The neighborhood on the cover, the neighborhood on the cover

And they're hitting half-times
While the cops are doing full-time
My gang is the one of the little jerks
Who hang out without a license with the thing
They dream of big checks, they dream of big girls
They don't accept failure, looking for their Tinkerbell
I screw them on a skewer, haircut or blow-dry
The neighborhood on the cover, the neighborhood on the cover

And they're hitting half-times
While the cops are doing full-time
My gang is the one of the little jerks
Who hang out without a license with the thing
They dream of big checks, they dream of big girls
They don't accept failure, looking for their Tinkerbell
I screw them on a skewer, haircut or blow-dry
The UFO on the cover, the neighborhood on the cover

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