Bacia La Mano

Come on come on come on come on bro! Come on come on

(Marracash)

Kiss the hand until you can cu-cut it
And the double game in the street, watch out in the street
We to the houses
We arrive a month before the council to occupy
With a gas cylinder and light attached to the stairs
I arrive even if you don't want
Pass under the doors like
The eviction when they knock and no one answers
Block writer without the writer's block
Pay to f*ck against my religion

I struggle to stay afloat, I want to go where you touch
This one acts holy, I want to go where you touch
The real rock baptized with dirty water
Italy is on its knees
Who knows who's giving a bl*wjob
Raw music breaks at the market
Like Frank Lucas
Between you and me baby, there are only 3 cuba
I arrive at dawn like the police station
And when it knocks, let's see if I give a f*ck

Kiss the hand until you can cut it
Don't worry, don't worry, bro!
Here comes what has to come
Don't worry, don't worry, bro!

(Vincenzo from Via Anfossi)

Rent in the popular looks
It's the word without moving the lips
I carried the name of the street in the areas
Now it's the street that carries my name
You play at home indoors
I don't play at home, in the plaza it was the who-uses
Now it's the rides for all the times they were taken from me
Also fate, a room without doors
Only those who break down the walls come out
Your father corrected your mistakes
Now you correct your children
The rag on, the luxury among the glass
Now you see me while I wear suits
Oh no, bro, it's not Sanremo
Here comes who has to come first

All the infamies, wrongs, and bills to pay
Don't worry, don't worry, bro!
Here comes what has to come
Don't worry, don't worry, bro!

(Jake La Furia)

Bro, if you're in the world, you know it's coming
Like the lament and the nicotine cylinders
And the Pakistani at the gas station
And the new Christmas movie by the Vanzina
Oh, if you talk too much, it's coming
Bro, play it in the lottery, it's a cinch
Learn who's in charge in Milan
Don't act like an Indian
Twice like Calissano
All roosters in the VIP
But they're Serie B
Like a Michael Parè movie
You don't make it to the hit parade and it arrives
You're not a star, bro
You lack balls, you're a diva
You have the emblem necklace
Then you see mine, which is as big as the swing chain
You're not a Dogo and it arrives
It's worth putting olive oil on you

Kiss the hand until you can cut it
Don't worry, don't worry, bro!
Here comes what has to come
Don't worry, don't worry, bro!

(Marracash)

And if it goes well, let's do-do-do-do it again
If it goes wrong, it's the same
We're fine with it
Don't worry because Marra is the boss
Don't worry because Marra is the boss
And if it arrives well, bro, it's because we do it again
If it goes wrong, it's the same to us, we're fine with it
Don't worry because Marra is the boss
Don't worry because Marra is the boss

Marra, Jake, and Vincenzo Do-do-do-do-donjoe
Here comes what has to come
Don't worry, don't worry, bro!