Chivatos

You already know I'm for my own
You already know, cousin, it's lit
With Luca Loko we're going to the task
We're going to make them shiver from the cold

And wouh, for that (for that)
Don't mess with the snitches eating the cheese
This is dirty and I end up in jail (end up in jail)
And this is for my real ones, for my tough ones

Wouh, for that, in Tarantino style aka Al Pacino
The packages arrive by submarine
We're not ones to talk, you already know what I mean
Don't show up here without kissing my ring
They're talking too much and they don't know me
We go with our faces covered and raising our voices
We leave the alley, avoiding gunshots
Weed never dies, don't provoke me
The street cries, eh
It wants to be with me, it doesn't want to be alone
It told me in private
That now I'm its bandit with knife and gun
The street cries, eh
It wants to be with me, it doesn't want to be alone
It told me in private
That now I'm its bandit with knife and—

Wouh, for that (for that)
Don't mess with the snitches eating the cheese
This is dirty and I end up in jail (end up in jail)
And this is for my real ones, for my tough ones

Wouh, for that (for that)
Don't mess with the snitches eating the cheese
This is dirty and I end up in jail (end up in jail)
And this is for my real ones, for my tough ones

Oh-oh, oh
Oh, oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh

Wouh, for that
Don't mess with the snitches eating the cheese
This is dirty and I end up in jail
And this is for my real ones, for my tough ones
Wouh