Lyrics and translation
Original
Tengo nu diavolo 'o lato e 'nnancio la chillata, uno dice "sparalo", chill'ato sc'ammazzalo.
Noi no, nun simmo bravo, tenimmo 'e capo spussato, statte accorto a comme parla ca ccì cappato da frato.
Quatt' Range Rover, l'ansia t'accummencia assaje, 'na pistola mmo ccà sicuro te fa parlà. Zig zag, autostrada, R66 performance, tenì 'o Touch
Max, stamo arrivando.
Si te morto ca cammina, 'a vo tengo pumpato, i penso ca fosse meglio addormme pe' luce appicciato.
State facenno buè bamente, già stamo sotto 'e casa, ve faccio ve' fasce bianche pe' mannà a ricorralato.
Tengo nu diavolo 'o lato e 'nnancio la chillata, uno dice "sparalo", chill'ato sc'ammazzalo.
Noi no, nun simmo bravo, tenimmo 'e capo spussato, statte accorto a comme parla ca ccì cappato da frato.
'A vita è dura, ma nun è cchiù facimmo mo o mai cchiù.
'O pare caricale, 'a misera calala, targe staccate, tengo niente a perdere, mo chiango a mamma.
Blocco 'e tre cose, cammiono blindate, acciro 'a vigilanza e a chi passa passa. Nu milione accà, pegliamoceno 'a Spagna.
Tengo nu diavolo 'o lato e 'nnancio la chillata, uno dice "sparalo", chill'ato sc'ammazzalo.
Noi no, nun simmo bravo, tenimmo 'e capo spussato, statte accorto a comme parla ca ccì cappato da frato.
English translation
I hold the devil's side and I'm throwing the chill, someone says "shoot him", chill'ato kill him.
We didn't, we weren't good, we kept our heads scratched, pay attention to how he talks like a friar.
Four Range Rovers, anxiety builds up a lot, a gun will surely make you speak. Zig zag, highway, R66 performance, Tenì 'o Touch
Max, we're coming.
If you're dead and walking, I keep you pumped up, I think it would be better to sleep with the light close by.
Stay calmly, we're already under the house, I'll make you some white bands to remember.
I hold the devil's side and I'm throwing the chill, someone says "shoot him", chill'ato kill him.
We didn't, we weren't good, we kept our heads scratched, pay attention to how he talks like a friar.
'Life is hard, but there's no way we can do it now or never.
'O seems loaded, 'a miserable calala, targe detached, I have nothing to lose, now I call to mother.
I block and three things, armored trucks, I take care of surveillance and whoever passes passes by. No million here, let's go to Spain.
I hold the devil's side and I'm throwing the chill, someone says "shoot him", chill'ato kill him.
We didn't, we weren't good, we kept our heads scratched, pay attention to how he talks like a friar.