Ghostface Lyrics English Translation by El Jhota
(feat. Reality)
A face white like Ghostface
Code 10 for the law
Jet-black tinted windows
In a Toyota, in an X6
Assault boats with merchandise
Fear is only for the one above
Minors who move bundles
And a couple of jugs in the nursery
On a corner, I make cash and I dodge the police
The kids sing my song in bulerías
Respect the code or they’ll empty you out
I make cash on a corner
The tip burning like a bonfire
Gold on the silver handle
Bundles fill the piñata
And over Valencia, the firecrackers sound
In a back-and-forth, you’re left with no clothes
From Cali comes the rock
Spicy like chili pepper
Red Ferrari, green the bud
For my shoulder, I have Winstrol
And for the snitch, a magazine
He says he kills people but
He ratted out his own friend
They run in gangs, they tell lies
Pigeons, a flock of pigeons
Artists who act like gangsters
And then prostitute themselves on TikTok
A face white like Ghostface
Code 10 for the law
Black tinted windows
In a Toyota, in an X6
Assault boats with merchandise
Fear is only for the one above
Minors who move bundles
And a couple of jugs in the nursery
I knew I would be rich
But I didn’t expect it so soon
I’m not talking about whores when I say
Where I’m from, they live off the powder
I feel like a star writing
Just like Vybz Kartel playing in Toronto
If rap were wine, I’m the one that hits the hardest
Like a bottle of port
We hit the streets, marginalized neighborhood
You either become a singer or you become a criminal
The drugs come up from Morocco
In a false bottom of a German car
We hit the streets, marginalized neighborhood
You either become a singer or you become a criminal
The drugs come up from Morocco
In a false bottom of a German car
Gunshots ring out where I was born
Ready to die fearless since we were minors
They don’t talk to you about a cell phone without being able to have magazines
They move kilos up and down, and they’re not elevators
I linked up with ElJhota and with Kilo
From Madrid to the United States
A drink of mamajuana and grams
A platinum record
On a corner, I make cash and I dodge the police
The kids sing my song in bulerías
Respect the code or they’ll empty you out
I make cash on a corner
I’m going so fast I feel like I’m in a race car
The business is happening, we are progressing
If they see us coming, everyone panics
Freedom and health for all my brothers
Hey, man, we’re earning cash
Every month making money like a doctor
Living from the music like we dreamed
Where they are, I never saw them, nobody, I trusted no one