C’era Una Volta In Italia Lyrics English Translation by Club Dogo
The streets cheer (Uoh)
Back by popular demand because rap sucks today (Ahah)
Club Dogo is for the people
I’m De Niro the legend (Ah), I’m Servillo The Divo (Ah)
I’m the G, the man, el hombre, le mec, the guy (Uoh)
The dream of every mosquito has come true (Ah-ah)
You’re scared, I’m well-connected from Berlin to Soverato (Pow-pow-pow)
Your account is zeroed (Ahahah), my account is boosted
With my flow, I’ve laser-cut you, almond-shaped pussy, thank you
I’m back for the pimps, for the kingpins (Boss)
With mussels in Ming vases, with the phone constantly ringing
I went from singing about Lambo to buying Lambo
You went from being a fool to getting screwed (Ahahah)
We used to match tracksuits with leather jackets (Yeah)
The first album co-produced with dirty banknotes (Yeah)
The game changer, you talk but don’t shoot
Rap Gotti, I shoot star dust like those cookies (Okay)
Once upon a time in Italy
Where the streets dazzle you, music saves you
This is the anthem for the underclass, Dogo doesn’t bark
People gave me this medal
Once upon a time in Italy
Where the streets dazzle you, music saves you
This is the anthem for the underclass, Dogo doesn’t bark
People gave me this medal
Pushers and hookers were waiting for me
Here to make history (Ah), not to tell stories (No)
Italians, Maghrebis, Albanians were waiting for me
I got my “SerT,” took two years and three months
And I’m still here to fill that void (Seh)
Because the beats didn’t sound like with Dogo (Yeah)
And Amiri are just jeans if there’s no rapper inside
I rhyme 9×21, bro, Glock 17 (Uh)
Umbilical cord with gangsters (Ah) nourishes me with wrong things
Polyester tracksuits, the smell of the streets tells of what little we studied (Yeah)
Classical subjects, coke with bicarbonate
Jesus nailed to a cross of platinum and yellow gold (Seh)
I die rich or broke while trying, ah
You mixed the syrup while hip hop died
I’m here to give you NARCAN inside the 808, bro
Once upon a time in Italy
Where the streets dazzle you, music saves you
This is the anthem for the underclass, Dogo doesn’t bark
People gave me this medal
Once upon a time in Italy
Where the streets dazzle you, music saves you
This is the anthem for the underclass, Dogo doesn’t bark
People gave me this medal
Yeah
I bless the mic (Bless), realism in what I say (Seh)
Connected to the macro, my word is one, the flow is sacred
I fill your girl like a taco (Ahah)
If I open and cut, these rappers like a package
I crush you like the balls of the bull in the gallery
I’ve reached the top all by myself, madre mía
I used to call with collect calls among the desperate (Seh)
We became icons, like DSquared (Yeah)
We explode fireworks on your face
Dogo is back, people on the street still have dog tattoos on their arms (Ah)
Your chains look good around my neck
Mine take away your life, bro, they don’t take away the follow (Yeah)
I’m the leader of the cult, free like Acapulco (Ah)
These seem like Bieber (Yeah), said as an insult (Seh)
Superstar, you’re my guests at the Hotel Plaza
Take your feet off the table, the bosses are back home