BLABLACAR Lyrics English Translation by Natos y Waor
(feat. GRECAS)
In case you were missing the Angelito
My mom loses a Tupperware and it’s like she lost a son
(Can’t be) She cries for sure
My old man, if he loses Atleti, it’s like he loses a stash
I abused drugs and “don’t try them” he told me (I abused)
I do the opposite of what they tell me to do (I don’t care)
That’s why I wear Adidas with Balenciaga (I don’t care)
In Madrid some torrijas, in Morocco a baklava
I fuck raw, I don’t put on a balaclava
Tough guys like the Díaz brothers
In an oasis like Noel and Liam (Ha)
I walk with stealth, Metal Gear style
And with eyes on my back like the No Fear logo (No Fear)
I spit four bars and I got you smoking basuko
The only trick is that there’s no trick (No)
They wanna know the price of the watch (Shh), but that’s in bad taste
And plus I don’t want my dad to get a scare
I got pills to not sleep and problems of all colors (Olé)
I’m already too old to die young (Ah, ah, ah)
Bad reviews on BlaBlaCar, a bar rat
Drinks at Barajas, scams, layovers in Qatar
I’m on the M30, thinking it’s the Jarama
And the car’s so fly the radar takes a picture of me
I-I remember the first time the drop hit me
They didn’t let me in Black House, so I went to another one (To another)
On the way I saw a broken car window
Took what I could and they didn’t even smell me, what luck (What luck)
Put an inflatable doll as copilot
And you take the empty bus, man, the old reliable (Haha)
Cops are like the employees at the outlet
Sometimes you get the one that’s nice
I come with Grecas like the fret patterns
The Atleti of Marbella and the Madrid of Teka (Ah)
My notebook is the Quran and my hood is Mecca
Nobody raises their voice since we made “Por la jeta” (Ah, ah; eh)
I’m quitting, if I go out, I got no limit (No)
I drink the shots in one gulp, like Midas (Gulp, gulp, gulp)
They throw shots at me, but, cousin, here comes mine
“One, two, crochet; one, two, dodge”
Smoke, blow, first, ham, ham
Arbi, it wasn’t a foul, it was a counterbalance, yo
What fault does Monday have if I’m a mess
And this Saturday I ended up at Avalon (Ah)
I go home doing slalom
And I kick everyone out, party for one in the living room
With me you go down two, don’t play the bad guy
‘Cause you’re only bad at rapping, runner-up
If we had made this track when I was a kid (Little dude)
I’d put the summer tutorial girls on (Damn right)
I’d take the bus, Fer and Gonzalo; I’d go to class, Fer and Gonzalo
I’d go to the cabin, Fer and Gonzalo
If you put the car at 200 in a school zone
You-you’re not a kíe, you’re a moron (Moron)
The bank doesn’t give me problems, it knows I got collateral
She gets horny if I put the foil in her bag
No weird faces, no fake poses (No way)
This shit is more real than La Cañada (Real)
Fascist rappers act like alpha males (Hahaha)
They don’t even know how to add with carrying
Claps sound, pat on the back and to the shower
My house’s garage is the Fight Club
If they gave me a euro when I talk to you and you don’t listen
I’d have less cash than now, but I’d have a lot
They say with the years everything gets worse
And I was already a son of a bitch when I was a minor
Ask what Rolex I have in the collection
And I’ll finish faster if I tell you the ones I don’t
I go up the A6 in a Land Rover
To see my boys from Torrelodones
And among old pieces from the C8b’s there’s still one of mine left, olé
In case you were missing the Gonzalito