Guerra 2 Lyrics English Translation by Baby Gang & Poison Beatz
(feat. Poison Beatz)
Poh, brrah
Poh, poh, poh, poh
We were born for war
To end up in a tomb or a cell
Everything was all good
Until I told her: “Hey babe”
We were born for war
To end up in a tomb or a cell
Everything was all good
Until I told her: “Hey babe”, paoh
It ain’t the State that decides who’s right
Everyone on my ass around Milan like I’m Rambo
You wanna go to war
And you end up with more than five assault rifles in your head, paoh
I walk around like I’m Gango
Batmobile, my Lambo is black
Life didn’t give me much, whatever (No)
Is what you’re saying true or is it fake? (Poh)
They know I don’t give a single fuck
We took your rapper hostage, the one who talks so much
Ask Antonio and Amiando how much money I made in a year (Eh)
One pack, two packs, three packs at just thirteen
One milli, two milli, three milli, I’m twenty-three
I did some damage, risking from ten to twenty years
I can’t pull away from the streets, here in my parts
You can’t settle, I want a big ass like Cardi
Fuck Lambo, fuck Audi, I wanna ride in a Bugatti (Ueum, ueum, ueum, ueum, ueum)
Who the fuck is the boss? They call me “the boss of bosses”
I used to look Arab, now I’m a sheikh in Abu Dhabi
I read baroque, I got more than one account, more than one shot
I got a Moroccan neck, chhal 3ziza, ya bladi
Watch me do my Azonto, ready? 7to fi cartonto
I’m an elegant man even though I’m a convict, Alicante cash
I smoke my problèmes, garro, brika, papel, uh, ah
I empty the caricateur, what did I do tonight, tonight?
I got more than three faces, but everything face to face, thanks
I was born for war, but I also know how to make peace, peace
Ask about Baby Gang, they know Miniman, they wanna get me
But now I’m a millionaire, a thousand and three is enough and you disappear
I’m here, I’m there like Satan
I find problems, you know I go looking for them (Paoh, paoh)
I tell true stories, not to brag (Grr, paoh)
If Baby don’t say it, tell me who’s gonna talk (Rrah)
Around here they’re only good at singing their own praises (Ueum, ueum)
The world only follows money, soccer and pussy (Ueum, ueum, ueum)
Tell me when it’s gonna fall from the sky
The whole truth, no more need for the mask, paoh
No snitch, no pante’, mandante a farti, “grr, paoh”
I put some aside, there ain’t no art, there’s only –, “grr, paoh”
It’s life that told me I need a little peace
Otherwise, bro, friendly fire
Te-Tell your mom and your dad good
Your brother, your sister and your cousin that
We were born for war
To end up in a tomb or a cell
Everything was all good
Until I told her: “Hey babe”
We were born for war
To end up in a tomb or a cell
Everything was all good
Until I told her: “Hey babe”, paoh
Until I told her: “Hey babe”, paoh
Until I told her: “Hey babe” (Grr)