Vatos Locos (feat. Morad)

From the street, from the street
Thanks to the hood, thanks to the hood
Out in the street before turning 15
Running on blue, jumping the store until spraining
It was bad what I did, just because I wanted
The good, I don't even know that

If what I felt was bad, a good face in the police station
From Marseille to my zone, and Coleta is the one who guides
Here the truth is not trusted, disrespect was not tolerated
Oh my mother, oh my mother, what you feel, what I felt
And we're crazy to the end, here they checkmate you
And it's not a tie, so it's better that I kill you
In school I only did checkmate, a bully gave me a beating
I learned to hit like karate, and almost killed him
And it wasn't what I wanted, but at least I'll be something
And for the people I felt, now I see them selling out

Do I do good? I don't know; am I bad? I don't know
At least the only thing I know, from the street no matter who
Before 12, the one who knows is the one who knows me
With violence it was at 13, and as an adult it was with strength

And I trust Beny, and stopped
He never said a peep, plus it wasn't his business

Do I do good? I don't know; am I bad? I don't know
At least the only thing I know, from the street no matter who
Do I do good? I don't know; am I bad? I don't know
At least the only thing I know, from the street no matter who

Crazy dudes (ah, ah), they're the boss of bosses (ah, ah)
They rob, they shoot (ah, ah), do pursuits on bikes (ah, ah)
Crazy dudes (ah, ah), they're the boss of bosses (ah, ah)
They rob, they shoot (ah, ah), do pursuits on bikes (ah, ah)

Phenomenon like Messi, how many times have I made the cops run?
They took my stuff and all my cigs, it's the same in all the hoods
You know, when I aim, I'm precise, they hurt me, I let them be
That's life, that's how it is, yeah, that's how it goes, then they feel neglected
I know people, they're criminals, they have Kalash, Glock, Opinel
They hang out all the time in a new ride, accompanied by a pretty chick
I make the police run, I'm high, under amnesia
Don't look for war if you don't have weapons, you know everything, who told you that?
Let's be heard all the way to Palermo, I think it's the same struggle up to Hospitalet
They want a piece of the pie, get mom out of shit, millions in the briefcase
GS or T-Max, Asics or Air Max, we know you don't have one, stop acting tough
Oh damn, I smoke and I think: Who's this guy talking about me, putting me down and mocking me?

Crazy dudes (ah, ah), they're the boss of bosses (ah, ah)
They rob, they shoot (ah, ah), do pursuits on bikes (ah, ah)
Crazy dudes (ah, ah), they're the boss of bosses (ah, ah)
They rob, they shoot (ah, ah), do pursuits on bikes (ah, ah)

Crazy dudes (ah, ah), they're the boss of bosses (ah, ah)
They rob, they shoot (ah, ah), do pursuits on bikes (ah, ah)