(feat. Don Joevanni)
Il Guercio:
In the city with my rigaz
I turn back to look at every girl who parades
It shines like a nugget
But if she pulls like a pipe she gets annoyed, diva
When she passes and I whistle with two fingers
In the summer scantily dressed she sips her batida
She leaves a trail of perfume like a bag of weeda, querida,
Your gaze stretches me out like a line
And All Day I Dream About Sex like Adidas
The nightlife is that I walk around not at all sober
I see heart-stopping girls with big boobs at the handlebars of a BMW convertible
Exterior heavy appreciations
Miss gold-plated clito is together with mr. in a cast
And his bank accounts
Minimal piercing and thongs
Blonde, afro or shocking pink I don't discriminate
I'm out for pussy spotting
In the glamorous shopping streets I look at you baby
Sandals, rings on my feet, my head is spinning like at the Rock Stady.
I write the verses that touch the G-spots
Giulia and Linda armor me with triple X thoughts
Gloria it's the same story, I'm longing for Tania
Anna, Sonia, I see you and I'm on fire like Babylonia
Sarah sends me flying, Mara oasis in the Sahara
I'll go to India with Laura and Chiara smoking charas
In the city I love Vale's style: thin heels and boots
While Marty dances on all fours.
Donjoe:
I see them on the streets of the suburbs
Reflected in the shop windows of the center of Milan
They have sclera in their eyes and titanium hearts
The limit is no longer the sky but Uranus
In conclusion I see guys buying love in Monte Napoleone
Mini and bikinis send you out like thorns
They accelerate the heartbeat like in spinning
But I love the girls who dance on riddims in clubs in the city 
I give in if they indulge me feeling frà
Mami to stay away from us,
Give me my heart that you hold in your hands and take me with you until tomorrow
They pass Cuba and then sweat with me in the dance hall
Sui I've lost my reason, I hope the universe stops now
Except for her, the irremediable obsessive
The one who fucks my neurons and pushes them down the toilet
And another compromised guy
And often a fool comes out and she
The heroin remains on my arm, I have another pang in my chest,
It goes like this.
Jake the Fury
I wake up late intoxicated after a night with Gin
MTV plays its shitty hits to wake me up I listen to a verse of Alì
I put on a Mr. T sweatshirt,
Then I go down down in the street and I go to whistle at the misses
They make my eyes roll like speed
You can see slim thongs, the ass hardened by months of spin
I sleep on the booster like Steve McQueen
The air produced makes Marylin's skirts rise up like Marylin in the film
To someone who had jeans
I offered a beer and I couldn't
I remember the brand I think it had a T on it
She took two puffs of weed
In the evening two sips from a drink
After two hours she was panting like Janine
She told me that I was her king
I told her that I loved her and I recorded the fuck with the Mini-DV
Now I understand that this is how the world works
Everybody turns around the Punani like Ali G

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