Lyrics and translation RAF Camora feat. Skinny Flex & Rhove - Calle

Calle

Heute gibt es kein Ende
Hab' Jungs und gutes Ambiente, eh
Chayas sind caliente
Aber einfach geben sie niente (Niente)
Sie will Spaß, eh
Operierte Nase voll Natz, eh
Spiel ihr nicht den Leonidas, eh
Gib ihr lieber Wodka ins Glas, eh
Patek ist frisch von Wempe
Fahr' Fefe auf Tangente
Sie macht Tricks, während ich lenke
Du weißt fix, woran ich denke
Geb' ihr wie Medikamente, eh
Drei-dreimal am Tag, Tag
Rapp' auf alles, sogar auf ARTBAT
Holländische Chay will es traag, traag
Überall, sogar auf der Straat

Die Straße, die Calle, die Calle, die Calle, ja
Die Strada, die Calle, die Calle, die Calle
Was United States? Bin dort nicht unterwegs
Ganz Europa lebt, die Calle, die Calle

Co-co-coche alemán y la ropa italiana
Vida dura, no Dolce & Gabbana
Saco diez kilo' en un fin de semana
Y salgo fuga'o pa' la dominicana
Le capitaine, primo, no sé si lo capta'
Quemando Cali, yo me siento como rasta
Timando guiri' cuando lo' veo to' khapta (Khapta)
Tú-tú ere' un fake, manito, no sé qué canta'
Habla de "clic-clac" y luego hace "blah-blah"
Deja de chichar, te hago abracadabra (Pow)
Si no cierra la puerta, la abrimo' con pata cabra
El que sí lo hace, manito, es el que no habla
Seguro que si tiro se te va tu tropa (Tropa)
Hablan de kilos, pero les fia la coca
Mi múisca a ti te engancha como la droga (Ahh, ja)
Aquí hacemos dinero sin abrir la boca

Die Straße, die Calle, die Calle, die Calle, ja
Die Strada, die Calle, die Calle, die Calle
Was United States? Bin dort nicht unterwegs
Ganz Europa lebt, die Calle, die Calle (Ah)

Bébé, sono rhodense, hah
Rubavo le bici, Trezeguet, hah
Avevo amici, belek, hah
All'école rubavo merende
Soldini, poi giocavo alla Better, mamma, hah
RAF Camora viene in Italia, eh
Sente il tris della cassa, hah
Avevamo fame, non basta
La musica è business, un'azienda avviata
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah
Sei triste, ti si vede in faccia, hah
La provin' quest'anno leveluppa
Io esco, mi sedevo su una sedia di plastica, huh
I rapper son tutti nella bara, huh (Bara)
Sembra che abitiamo in Germania, huh (-mania)
Abbiamo solo polo e Mustang, huh (Ahh, ja)
Vran-vran, vran-vran, vran-vran

Die Straße, die Calle, die Calle, die Calle, ja
Die Strada, die Calle, die Calle, die Calle
Was United States? Bin dort nicht unterwegs
Ganz Europa lebt, die Calle, die Calle
Die Straße, die Calle, die Calle, die Calle, ja
Die Strada, die Calle, die Calle, die Calle
Was United States? Bin dort nicht unterwegs
Ganz Europa lebt, die Calle, die Calle

Calle (Street)

There's no end tonight
Got my boys and a good atmosphere, yeah
Girls are hot
But they just don't give anything (Niente)
She wants fun, yeah
Operated nose full of coke, yeah
Don't play Leonidas with her, yeah
Rather give her vodka in her glass, yeah
Patek is fresh from Wempe
Driving Fefe on the highway
She's doing tricks while I'm driving
You know exactly what I'm thinking
Give it to her like medication, yeah
Three times a day, day
Rap on everything, even on ARTBAT
Dutch girl wants it slow, slow
Everywhere, even on the street

The street, the Calle, the Calle, the Calle, yeah
The Strada, the Calle, the Calle, the Calle
What United States? I'm not there
All of Europe lives, the Calle, the Calle

Ge-German car and Italian clothes
Hard life, not Dolce & Gabbana
I make ten kilos in a weekend
And I escape to the Dominican Republic
The captain, cousin, I don't know if you get it
Burning Cali, I feel like a Rasta
Robbing tourists when I see them all wasted (Wasted)
Yo-you're a fake, man, I don't know what you're singing
Talking about "clic-clac" and then doing "blah-blah"
Stop chattering, I'll do abracadabra (Pow)
If you don't close the door, we'll open it with a crowbar
The one who does, man, is the one who doesn't talk
I'm sure if I shoot, your crew will run (Crew)
They talk about kilos, but they get their coke on credit
My music hooks you like a drug (Ahh, yeah)
Here we make money without opening our mouths

The street, the Calle, the Calle, the Calle, yeah
The Strada, the Calle, the Calle, the Calle
What United States? I'm not there
All of Europe lives, the Calle, the Calle (Ah)

Baby, I'm from Rho, hah
I stole bikes, Trezeguet, hah
I had friends, belek, hah
I stole snacks at school
Coins, then I played Better, mom, hah
RAF Camora comes to Italy, eh
Hear the triple bass, hah
We were hungry, it's not enough
Music is business, a started company
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah
You're sad, I can see it on your face, hah
The province is leveling up this year
I went out, I sat on a plastic chair, huh
The rappers are all in the coffin, huh (Coffin)
It seems like we live in Germany, huh (-many)
We only have Polo and Mustang, huh (Ahh, yeah)
Vran-vran, vran-vran, vran-vran

The street, the Calle, the Calle, the Calle, yeah
The Strada, the Calle, the Calle, the Calle
What United States? I'm not there
All of Europe lives, the Calle, the Calle
The street, the Calle, the Calle, the Calle, yeah
The Strada, the Calle, the Calle, the Calle
What United States? I'm not there
All of Europe lives, the Calle, the Calle