Helm Street 121

[Nog]
And I, called the guys to say: What's up?
How long has it been since you took a shower and went out for a ride?
Or to make a rhyme you want to avoid fatigue
I already called Pedro Lotto, crazy to make another beat
He didn't have a beat, so I called Spliff
And this one is six six six
Predella brought the brown
And I got really crazy
Son of a bitch smokes a lot and doesn't roll down the window
Now everything spins and these scoundrels take
They smoke a lot, I get dumb and leave like a Curupira
I swear it annoys me, it's each joint of weed
It even gives me goosebumps, as if I saw the Blair Witch
I follow the dark style that I get all creepy
That even pushes away my friends, if I call it's like The Ring
What's wrong with me?
I follow alone and scared, any hangout I'm in danger
It's just trouble and what's left for me is to rap

I want to go out, walk around
But apparently the way it is now, it's not possible
The cops are here, the cops are there
Even my friends today let me down

I want to go out, walk around
But apparently the way it is now, it's not possible
The cops are here, the cops are there
Even my friends today let me down

[Predella]
And tonight I'll go there
Put on my best shoes, my cap, wait
If that girl looks at me, it's today, it's today

And today is only tomorrow
Dad only comes back if it's with the 2 blondes who parked the sedan
Hit the gas, go crazy with the dose, if it was supposed to be smooth I wouldn't be from Damassaclan, damn
The cops are desperate and it's West Zone where my sewer verses reside
If the police show up, it's just a smell
Greetings to Pedro Qualy and my friends are daggers of the scene
I'm loaded with ammunition to be rude
And focus on the assault Lotto and focus and jump
Predella is oil, it's necessary, he assumes it
He's too laid-back, he's a rare fish in the reservoir
It's a fact, it's not a lie
You're fake, fake, fake, we're Bape from Supply
To end this bullshit, stop everything
It's for those who turned their backs and to shut this bitch up, there

[Predella and Nog]
Right Nog
What's up
But that's the deal, right?
If there's no national rap for the kids, the hood is lost, man
For sure, for sure

[Nog]
I want to go out, walk around
But apparently the way it is now, it's not possible
The cops are here, the cops are there
Even my friends today let me down

I want to go out, walk around
But apparently the way it is now, it's not possible
The cops are here, the cops are there
Even my friends today let me down