Текст и перевод песни P.A.W.N. Gang - Cac Blac

Cac Blac

M'enrecordo quan vaig començar a cantar
M'importava una merda com m'importa un capellà
Follo en alguns barris però els altres poden anar cap allà
I la teva meuca ve cap aquí i els meus nais van cap allà

P.A.W.N. GANG és la meva clica, la meva clica surt a matar
Fulim mig quilo a la fucking pica la meva clica sap el que es fa
Fumant verna i es desfà, deixa el nai en el replà
I quan la clica surt al carrer buscar paper com si no demà

Tot el dia escoltant merda puta i ho entenia tot
Aneu massa lents perquè els trets anava amb doble got
És el jove Lil Guiu el que canta al nai es fot
I la teva meuca ve campanades sempre mirant com si tingués singlot
Em desperto i nomes penso en fumar ganja, foto un vot
Saludo a tots els nais del fucking bloc que ells nomes pensen que ho volen tot
Deixa'l nai i collir el seu hort, deixa'l anar i actua tort
Ficat amb la clica, no hi ha policia perquè això es Barsiria i ets home mort
Putes miren per la cornisa però em obi fins que estigui mort
Aquests nais se'n van de la boca però encara viuen poca sort
Tot el dia fumant ganja, i ara tinc Quimi a la panxa
I les velocitats són de color groc, però d'un gust amarg i d'olor lolipop
Ja estic fart de sentir mentides de les teves dents, no em mola gens
Tot el dia jo vaig del revés jo pec amic d'estufaents
Se que parles de valent i després corres de valent
Passen tres segons i la teva novia sota la taula menjant de valent'enrecordo quan vaig començar a cantar

M'importava una merda com m'importa un capellà
Follo en alguns barris però els altres poden anar cap allà
I la teva meuca ve cap aquí i els meus nais van cap allà

P.A.W.N. GANG és la meva clica, la meva clica surt a matar
Fulim mig quilo a la fucking pica la meva clica sap el que es fa
Fumant verna i es desfà, deixa el nai en el replà
I quan la clica surt al carrer buscar paper com si no demà

Entre els nais del blac, competint quan érem petits
Una educació que ara miro com des de l'ampit
Al carrer aprenen coses que encara no s'han escrit
E semo bie, és la sang freda, es el saber que fer amb una meuca al llit
A comptar depresa, mirar l'adreça, mirar-li als ulls quan tret al pit
Comprova be si he sentit el clic, pietat fora jo no ric
I els altres em miren, em pek envegen, jo el que volia ja ho he aconseguit
I si algun imbècil m'envia fora m'asseguraré de que mentre ric
Venjança dolça la deixo en mans del pare temps i dels meus amics
I si fumo molt i disparo coses és per l'estrès que hi ha acumulat
No hi ha m'entreten ni coses de txacres, que et protegeixin d'un tret al cap
Nai perdut, juga amb els meus nais, creu que va per l'hort però esta equivocat
Tinc la clica a la cornisa vigilant lo que hi ha al terrat
Vaig llegir la bíblia estava majo
Puta vaig quedar-me so espeso
Ara deixo bíblia pillo drapho
Ara coses grans amb els meus ho
I se que noies em miren en el blac
Quan camino pels carrers amb els meus anoracs
Amb la cara d'inspirat i amb els ulls aclocats
Amb les celles arquejades i en projectes al cap
I cuan vaig neixer era noi mort
I cuan vagi a la tomba no hi aniré de tort
Aniré ben recte perque soc un tio fort
Perque tinc les coses clares i els menuts van a bon port
Aniré ben recte perque soc un tio fort
Perque tinc les coses clares i els menuts van a bon port

P.A.W.N. GANG és la meva clica, la meva clica surt a matar
Fulim mig quilo a la fucking pica la meva clica sap el que es fa
Fumant verna i es desfà, deixa el nai en el replà
I quan la clica surt al carrer buscar paper com si no demà

M'enrecordo quan vaig començar a cantar
M'importava una merda com m'importa un capellà
Follo en alguns barris però els altres poden anar cap allà
I la teva meuca ve cap aquí i els meus nais van cap allà

P.A.W.N. GANG és la meva clica, la meva clica surt a matar
Fulim mig quilo a la fucking pica la meva clica sap el que es fa
Fumant verna i es desfà, deixa el nai en el replà
I quan la clica surt al carrer buscar paper com si no demà

Cac Blac

I remember when I started singing
I didn't give a damn, like a chaplain
I fuck in some neighborhoods, but the others can go there
And your girl comes here and my boys go there

P.A.W.N. GANG is my clique, my clique goes out to kill
We smoke half a kilo on the fucking peak, my clique knows what's up
Smoking weed and it's undone, leave the dude on the landing
And when the clique goes out on the street to look for paper as if there were no tomorrow

All day listening to fucking shit and I understood everything
You guys are too slow because the shots went with a double cup
It's the young Lil Guiu who sings to the dude he fucks
And your girl comes ringing bells always looking like she has hiccups
I wake up and only think about smoking weed, I take a vote
Greetings to all the dudes from the fucking block who only think they want it all
Leave the dude and pick up his garden, let him go and act wrong
Stuck with the clique, there is no police because this is Barsiria and you're a dead man
Bitches look through the ledge but they obey me until I'm dead
These dudes are going out of their mouths but they still live bad luck
All day smoking weed, and now I have Quimi in my belly
And the speeds are yellow, but with a bitter taste and a lollipop smell
I'm tired of hearing lies from your teeth, I don't like it at all
All day I went backwards, I sin, friend of stoves
I know you talk about being brave and then you run bravely
Three seconds pass and your girlfriend is under the table eating bravely I remember when I started singing

I didn't give a damn, like a chaplain
I fuck in some neighborhoods, but the others can go there
And your girl comes here and my boys go there

P.A.W.N. GANG is my clique, my clique goes out to kill
We smoke half a kilo on the fucking peak, my clique knows what's up
Smoking weed and it's undone, leave the dude on the landing
And when the clique goes out on the street to look for paper as if there were no tomorrow

Among the dudes of the hood, competing when we were little
An education that now I look at as if from the ledge
On the street they learn things that have not yet been written
We are fine, it's cold blood, it's knowing what to do with a girl in bed
To count quickly, look at the address, look into her eyes when I shoot her in the chest
Check carefully if I heard the click, pity outside, I'm not rich
And the others look at me, they envy me, what I wanted I have already achieved
And if some fool sends me away, I will make sure that while I'm rich
Sweet revenge I leave in the hands of Father Time and my friends
And if I smoke a lot and shoot things it's because of the stress that has accumulated
There is no entertainment or chakra things to protect you from a shot in the head
Lost dude, plays with my dudes, thinks he's going to the garden but he's wrong
I have the clique on the ledge watching what's on the roof
I read the bible it was cool
Bitch I was so thick
Now I leave bible I get drapho
Now big things with my hoes
And I know girls look at me in the hood
When I walk the streets with my anoraks
With an inspired face and cloudy eyes
With arched eyebrows and projects in mind
And when I was born I was a dead boy
And when I go to the grave I will not go wrong
I will go straight because I am a strong guy
Because I have things clear and the little ones are going to a good port
I will go straight because I am a strong guy
Because I have things clear and the little ones are going to a good port

P.A.W.N. GANG is my clique, my clique goes out to kill
We smoke half a kilo on the fucking peak, my clique knows what's up
Smoking weed and it's undone, leave the dude on the landing
And when the clique goes out on the street to look for paper as if there were no tomorrow

I remember when I started singing
I didn't give a damn, like a chaplain
I fuck in some neighborhoods, but the others can go there
And your girl comes here and my boys go there

P.A.W.N. GANG is my clique, my clique goes out to kill
We smoke half a kilo on the fucking peak, my clique knows what's up
Smoking weed and it's undone, leave the dude on the landing
I quan la clica surt al carrer buscar paper com si no demà