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Description
Cruising thru Secondigliano with jewelry adorning you is like walking thru an open album: children are playing ball in the courtyards, laughter can be heard somewhere, and watches glint on wrists, speaking more of status than saving from consequences. The sound of the street and the whisper of the display window intertwine, as if the subway and the jewelry store share the same rhythm, and the gray sky above the city makes all the sparkle even more distinct. The recitative paints a world where respect is bought and laundered, where accountants, friends, and enemies are almost one family by profession: to count, divide, hide, and sell. In this half-asleep landscape, you can particularly hear how deals replace embraces, and a handshake can be both a greeting and a sentence – a subtle irony of fate in every beat. The phrases about Rolex and the lavender panoramic ceiling give the impression that wealth is a suit for going out: it shines, attracts attention, but doesn't guaranty salvation. In the end, there's a light, warm tiredness from the day lived and a quiet satisfaction that even with all the theatricality of street arithmetic, something genuine remains: respect, habits, and those very small signs of the past that are difficult to fake. Production: DeANTARTICA Director, Editor, and Color: Reiken Executive Producer: Andrea Godono Production Coordinator: Andrea Ciambelli Assistant Producer: Toas Totero Wankelmut 1st AD: Alexandru Caradji Photography: Lorenzo Villa and Leo Baggio 3D Visual Effects: Gioele Sorato and Badpitboy 2D Visual Effects: 6iod3 Title: GianVisualArt Focus Puller: Sonia Veronesi Op. Bolt: Mark Debon Production Designer: Stefano Sclabas. Designers: Endri Hyseni, Giulio Dallera Casting Director: Monica Conte Cast: Marika Alione, Linda Mauri, Gaia Andrea Saltarelli Hair Stylists: Jerry Di Scibio, Kree Barber Studio/Rental: Moviechrome Producer, Moviechrome Studios: Francesco Mingrone
Lyrics and translation
Original
Giro per Secondigliano con addosso i gioielli (brr)
Bimbi sotto casa, al parco, giocano a calcio-tennis (brr)
Ho tirato due stipendi sul culo di una stripper
Ma non l'ho postato, sennò so che poi te la prendi (Money Gang)
Orologi sul mio polso presi solo a listino
Mi ricordo da piccino mi prendevano in giro
Ora ho il rispetto di tutti, fra', dovunque mi trovo
Perché sono ancora vero anche se sono famoso
E mio fratello è nel traffico anche più di un guard rail
In Spagna l'ha presa a due, qua la girerà a sei
Matematica di strada, siamo calcolatrici
Soldi sporchi, poi puliti dentro bar-lavatrici
Ho fratelli, no amici, ho nemici, no opps
So che se si farà brutta poi tu chiamerai i cops
Qua ti servono i cojones, ma tu sei un maricón
Te lo chiedo per favore se ti togli da 'ngopp
Nn'tiene cojones, nah, nah
Nun 'e truove 'e palle quanno e pierde ccà abbascio
Nn'tiene cojones, nah, nah
Nun te salva 'o Rolex, ma te salva 'o Kalash
Nn'tiene cojones, nah, nah
Non trovi le palle se le perdi ccà abbascio
Nn'tiene cojones, nah, nah
Non ti salva un Rolex, qua ti salva un Kalash
Yeah
Ccà fanno 'e lapide primma che muore
Abito addò fanno e rapine 'int'ê machine pe poco
'O panorama è grigio, 'o Panamera pure
Sta chi 'int'â valigia tene chello e suda
'O pate a 41 incoraggia 'o figlio: "Bravo, studia"
Hustle, nu frate scompone e ricompone comme 'o puzzle
Money in the grave, in the game, did the hustle
O scè, nu' parlà accussì
'O ssaje ca te regnimmo 'e buche proprio comme 'o waffle
Richard Mille 'ncopp'ô destro, brilla pu' sinistro
Deal enorme, dint'ê molle nun ce vanno, 'int'ô locale nun ce ballo
Ma ce vaco pe nu set e cu ll'incasso
M'accatto tutte 'e cullane 'e 'sti rapper, ch"e cullane però
Nn'tiene cojones, nah, nah
Nun 'e truove 'e palle quanno e pierde ccà abbascio
Nn'tiene cojones, nah, nah
Nun te salva 'o Rolex, ma te salva 'o Kalash
Nn'tiene cojones, nah, nah
Non trovi le palle se le perdi ccà abbascio
Nn'tiene cojones, nah, nah
Non ti salva un Rolex, qua ti salva un Kalash
Nn'tiene cojo–
Ehi
La rue, la vrai, ah
Baby Gang, Gang
Oh, oh, oh, ah
(Gang, Gang, Gang, Gang) ah
Hood, ghetto, bando, compro un etto al d-d e lo vendo (uoh)
Halo, pronto, sento, pure loro ci stanno sentendo (uoh)
Hood, svelto, attento, Kalashnikov nell'appartamento (uoh)
Quatre-quatre, dietro sese e Falchi ci stanno inseguendo
Guagliù, guagliù, scendi abbascio, porta il –, porta i Kalash
Nokia, Blackberry, sto con due negri, tutto Burberry, tutto Versace
Non stringo la mano agli infami, ti stringo la mano per affari
Baci e abbracci, saluta i cari, cazzi e mazzi, cazzo ti gua–
Cazzo guardi? Non dichiararmi guerra se non hai armi (uoh)
White coco, bandit (uoh, uoh, uoh), la dettaglio tutta in grammi (grammi)
No-non impanicartii (uoh) se giro coi ferri carichi (uoh)
Nel bosco vado e li scarico (uoh), poto, so già dove a–
English translation
I walk around Secondigliano wearing jewels (brr)
Children outside the house, in the park, playing football-tennis (brr)
I threw two paychecks on a stripper's ass
But I didn't post it, otherwise I know you'll take it (Money Gang)
Watches on my wrist taken only from the price list
I remember when I was little they made fun of me
Now I have the respect of everyone, bro, wherever I am
Because I'm still real even though I'm famous
And my brother is in traffic even more than a guard rail
In Spain he took it at two, here he will turn it at six
Street math, we are calculators
Dirty money, then cleaned inside bar-washers
I have brothers, no friends, I have enemies, no opps
I know if it gets bad then you'll call the cops
Here you need cojones, but you are a maricón
I ask you please if you get off 'ngopp
He doesn't have cojones, nah, nah
I don't find any balls when I leave my feet
He doesn't have cojones, nah, nah
Rolex doesn't save you, but Kalash saves you
He doesn't have cojones, nah, nah
You can't find your balls if you lose them there
He doesn't have cojones, nah, nah
A Rolex doesn't save you, here a Kalash saves you
Yeah
They make a tombstone before he dies
Dress where they do and robberies 'in' ê machine for little
'Either panorama is grey, 'or Panamera too
Whoever has his suitcase chello and sweats
'O pate a 41 encourages 'o son: "Good, study"
Hustle, a brother breaks down and reassembles like a puzzle
Money in the grave, in the game, did the hustle
Oh yes, don't speak anymore
'O ssaje ca te regnimmo 'e holes just like 'o waffle
Richard Mille 'ncopp'ô right, shines pu' left
Huge deal, no springs go there, no dancing inside the club
But I'm going to get a set and collect the proceeds
I get all the cradle and these rappers, what cradle though
He doesn't have cojones, nah, nah
I don't find any balls when I leave my feet
He doesn't have cojones, nah, nah
Rolex doesn't save you, but Kalash saves you
He doesn't have cojones, nah, nah
You can't find your balls if you lose them there
He doesn't have cojones, nah, nah
A Rolex doesn't save you, here a Kalash saves you
Don't hold on –
Hey
The street, you will see it, ah
Baby Gang, Gang
Oh, oh, oh, ah
(Gang, Gang, Gang, Gang) ah
Hood, ghetto, ban, I buy a pound a d-d and sell it (uoh)
Halo, ready, I hear, they're hearing us too (uoh)
Hood, quick, careful, Kalashnikov in the apartment (uoh)
Quatre-quatre, Sese and Falchi are chasing us behind us
Guagliù, guagliù, come down abbascio, bring the –, bring the Kalash
Nokia, Blackberry, I'm with two niggas, all Burberry, all Versace
I don't shake hands with scoundrels, I shake your hand for business
Kisses and hugs, say hello to loved ones, cocks and bouquets, fuck I'll help you–
The fuck are you looking? Don't declare war on me if you don't have weapons (uoh)
White coco, bandit (uoh, uoh, uoh), detail it all in grams (grams)
No-don't panic (uoh) if I go around with loaded irons (uoh)
I go into the woods and unload them (uoh), I prune, I already know where to–