Servizio Lyrics English Translation by Kid Yugi
Yeah, yeah
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Yeah, yeah, ah
I know ten playmakers, but not a single fullback
Thots suck dick for just a twenty
I’ve seen more snow than the Kremlin, not a good guy
At six in the morning with the eyes of someone in detention (Yeah)
No grams in play, I’m at Alberto’s house
My brother isn’t in the delivery room
I’m on a Bentley, looking like Lapo Elkann
No room for Parmesan in the aluminum foil
Yoh
Plastic bottles with aluminum caps
Did rap in crack houses before it was a trend
A true hustler becomes an acrobat for drugs
Girls melting down like Mia Wallace
I’m always going back and forth from home to the Chinese bar
The owner doesn’t speak, hear, or see well
No money problems, just trouble keeping it in my pocket
Only had sex at school, never learned a damn thing
You’ve hit rock bottom, but it’s only the beginning
A thousand Christians have that vice
Don’t want to end up at zero on the precipice, God doesn’t come here
But thank God, I know a guy
With the service, it’s a profitable business
Mauro cuts it, Maurizio packages it
Passes it to Ciccio, sells it to Fabrizio
And that scoundrel sings when judgment arrives
I only aim for the mouth, no condom
Born cautious, just took a digestive
They sniff asbestos even these dickheads
And five out of ten are also family mothers
Alcohol like an Irishman, cutlets like a Milanese
For three and a half cards, the guns start
I have a friend who snorts the profit and also the expenses
I have a contact in Bari, got things that haven’t gone down
Jesus Christ hanging on my necklace
Eat a piece of bread, drink five Gin Tonics
Bring her home like a piece of pizza
I have a rainbow in my pocket: one on the right and one on the left (Yeah, yeah)
Cocaine gives you a Superman punch, Von Dutch trucker hat
Dior Sauvage perfume, shots in a T-Max
I see triple, two intramuscular Contramal
Stilnox cuddles me while I’m with a junkie
You’ve hit rock bottom, but it’s only the beginning
A thousand Christians have that vice
Don’t want to end up at zero on the precipice, God doesn’t come here
But thank God, I know a guy (Yes, yes)
With the service, it’s a profitable business (Ah, ah)
Mauro cuts it, Maurizio packages it
Passes it to Ciccio (Eoh), sells it to Fabrizio (Mic check)
And that scoundrel sings when judgment arrives
It’s your boy, Narc Noyz, [?] (Ah)
[?] gang bang, open the show (Tu-tu-tu)
This gangsta rap lives in me, I’m in overload (Ah)
With this shit, my blood, you overdose
In this game best out, call me “the goat”
Don’t mess around, I melt your chains, make ingots
Deadly [?], rattlesnake, liquid Toradol
Play [?], Mr. [?], new [?]
Vodka shots plus beers on painkillers (Dry)
They tear the smile from your pupils
Kids play with balls, like marbles by the sea
I’d like to see my G with two villas by the sea
New irons on the wrists, Piazza Affari [?]
Service served on silverware
Old monsters, new assholes, a Tennent’s in two sips
They empty the whole house on battery