Текст и перевод песни Fazzini & Franky - Crime Side

Crime Side

I grew up on the crime side

Crecimos entre hip hop divino y cajas de vino
Movida auspiciada por litros y kilos de flow
Vinimos decididos con ritmos bien clandestinos
Una actitud pulida y el cora comprometido

Es hora de activar como siempre hacemos
La siesta es para esos que le sobra el tiempo
Yo sueño con que no me sobre ni falte...
Nada de lo necesario y seguir adelante

Vivo al revés, fuera de los márgenes
No necesito sus reglas, así me siento fresh
Zona de crímenes, así es el mundo homm
Domina el que tiene la money invertida mejor

No sé qué quiero hoy, no estoy buscando love
No estoy buscando respuestas, hoy solo rimo con...
La actitud y destreza de un fucking b-boy
Hoy soy el fruto del trabajo del día anterior bro

I grew up on the crime side

Franky Style:

Pa′ estos perros no existe un simil
Vida perra man keep the really
De resaca vomito bilis
Gafas negras a lo Bruce Willis

The selection son, pan y vino
Bien argento mi acento primo
El sol quiebra mis ojos chinos
Viendo el cielo abajo de un pino

Este enano le pone styla
Friend, my feeling nunca se amaina
Monto el toro como un buen rider
El gato no esta, las ratas bailan

Mas gas, no me ves pero estoy detrás
Entendés o te mando un fax?
Prendo uno my time relax

Chilly chilly, huele a grafitti
En mi sitio, my pretty city
Como biggie rapeo speedy

No entendés que my life is chilly?
Nadie sabe lo que yo oculto
Tratan siempre de marcar puntos
Sin saber nada del asunto
No deseo cambiar el mundo

Dame plata, damelo!
Pa' mi family algo mejor
Quiero cash pero siendo yo
No una sucia basura pop
Por la noche buscan cocaine
Yo quemando mi mary jane
Saco seis!
Friend, i want everything.

I grew up on the crime side

Para los perros...
Que viven el lado criminal de la ciudad
Esto es Puff Puff Pass
No es un mal flash
Puta

Crime Side

I grew up on the crime side

Baby, We grew up amidst divine hip hop and bottles of wine
A movement sponsored by endless gallons and kilos of flow
We came determined with truly clandestine rhythms
A well-polished attitude and our hearts fully committed

It's time to get going like we always do
Napping is for those who have time to spare
I dream of having neither excess nor scarcity...
Only what we need to keep moving forward

I live in reverse, outside the margins
I don't need your rules, that's how I stay fresh
Crime zone, that's how the world is, my dear
Dominated by those who invest their money the best

I don't know what I want today, I'm not looking for love
I'm not looking for answers, today I'm just rhyming with...
The attitude and skill of a fucking b-boy
Today, I am the fruit of yesterday's labor, bro

I grew up on the crime side

Franky Style:

There's no one like these dogs
A dog's life, man, keep it real
Hungover, I'm vomiting bile
Black sunglasses like Bruce Willis

The selection, baby, bread and wine
My Argentinian accent is strong, primo
The sun is blinding my Chinese eyes
Looking at the sky from under a pine tree

This dwarf brings the style
Friend, my feelings never wane
I ride the bull like a good rider
When the cat's away, the mice will play

More gas, you don't see me but I'm behind you
Do you understand or should I send you a fax?
I light one up, it's my time to relax

Chilly chilly, it smells like graffiti
In my place, my pretty city
Like Biggie, I rap speedily

Don't you understand that my life is chilly?
No one knows what I'm hiding
They're always trying to score points
Without knowing anything about the matter
I don't want to change the world

Give me money, give it to me!
For my family, something better
I want cash but being myself
Not some dirty pop trash
At night they're looking for cocaine
I'm smoking my mary jane
I roll a six!
Friend, I want everything.

I grew up on the crime side

For the dogs...
Who live the criminal side of the city
This is Puff Puff Pass
It's not a bad flash
Bitch