CC&MO Lyrics (English Translation) – Aymo, Aymen, Amo

Read the full CC&MO (English Translation) lyrics by Aymo, Aymen and Amo along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Part 1: Amo]
I was freezing outside, Mom
Too often we were in crisis, Mom
Yeah, I didn't see any goals, I was always dealing
But I'll never do it again, Mom (Ah)
I'm sprinting for my life in front of blue sirens so Mother's tears won't fall
Look, I live in a neighborhood full of robbers, hyenas, scoundrels, a few hypocrites, and rats
Junkies smear the pep on their teeth
Akhi, we screwed them
May Rabbi forgive, we're praying to God right now, mon frère

[Pre-Hook: Aymen & Amo]
Forgive me the sins on the scale (Oh)
Sweatpants, empty stomach (Ah)

[Hook: Amo & Aymen]
CC and Mo, hoodies on the move, they tick out of necessity
Chasing bread, dreams are big
Were friends even before they made a million Oh
From Heineken beer to Chivas
Never again to screw up like back then
You're right, we were losers
Self-made millionaires, nobody helps us

[Part 2: Aymen]
Many mistakes, because we were so young (Too young)
No school, no, we were just hanging around (Oh)
Cigarette butts on the carpet
Had nothing in our pockets, no, we only had each other (Only each other)
Mom's crying, you boys dealing (Ah)
Smoking Jibbits, even when kids are playing there (Oh)
Rapping lyrics in the hood for my boys
No, never had much, even a few deals
We're trapped in the hood
But we still stagger around when it rains
Suffocating between a thousand problems
I often wanted it, but I could never talk (Oh)
The little boys are crooks
Crying with every bite (Ah)
But Kneel down five times
And not out of principle, oh

[Pre-Hook: Aymen & Amo]
Forgive me for my sins on the scale (Oh)
Jogging pants, empty stomach (Ah)

[Hook: Amo & Aymen]
CC and Mo, hoodies on the move, they're ticking out of necessity
Chasing bread, dreams are big
Were friends even before they made a million, oh
From Heineken beer to Chivas
Never again to fail like back then
You're right, we were losers
Self-made millionaire, no one helps us
CC and Mo, hoodies on the move, they're ticking out of necessity
Chasing bread, dreams are big
Were friends even before they made a million, oh
From Heineken beer to Chivas
Never again to fail like back then
You're right, we were losers
Self-made millionaire, no one helps us

[Outro]
(Samir, do you love) me?)
(L-L-L-Lordlife)