LACOSTA II Lyrics (English Translation) – Hard GZ

[Intro]
(Po-po-po, po-po-po)
(Prrah)
(Tu-tu)
(Yeah)

[Verse]

I’m the boss of the coast, nobody messes with me
You can’t knock me out even with a beating, and vices couldn’t do it (Ah)
I’m focused on something else now, because everything is cyclical
I’ve got everything paid for, I just need the kids

Sons of b!tches, they suck me off and I’ll lose my voice (Eh)
I’m eating scallops now, before I ate plates of rice (Ah)
Girl, I knew it when I was younger
I’m here to reap what that kid sowed
It’ll be better, at most, in showing off to the teacher
Climbing the ranks until I’m the director
The producer doesn’t live off your mentions alone (No)
So you either start sharing or record a beatbox
Lots of kisses, here the parrot raises us
Nobody wants to drive a Fiat, everyone dreams of being rich
No They trust the police, it’s just the quirks of addicts
Fishmen hate each other and steal seafood (Ay)
They stroll along the pier, wearing Muelles shoes
They hope the patrol boat crashes if it goes out (No way)
There are no gangs, no TV series protagonists
Not even the rims are standard, and they sell it at the pharmacy
It’s 20 Rivotril for a junkie across the street (Ah)
People knew about the medical center in Cangas (Ah)
They keep quiet because nobody sees a criminal in their son
On Sunday at mass, the believers cleanse themselves (Damn)
Albanians in the port of Vigo making friends
They come to the dockworkers there pulling the strings
They take the kilos along the coast to the neighbors’ houses
And it arrives from Colombia by narco-submarine (Ah, ay)
Open secret, the old ones are tougher than in Clockers

Colleagues fall for A Lama, nobody lives in a block
At the first touch you’re already full, inside this and well fu*ked (Eh)
Civilians with battering rams, with shock therapy
You come by the house, dad, ring my doorbell (Come on)
Everything they get working they blow on the weekends (Come on)
Many quit and many don’t give up
Here dreams expire before you sign them, yeah
Portuguese pots and wicker baskets (Ah)
Kids at parties fu*k more than on Tinder (Ah)
At sunset I’m smoking a Kinder
Don’t touch the old woman or the boundary marker
Ghost villages, forgotten lands
If you’re not from here, they won’t even look you in the face
There are a thousand things I lived through, but if I told you (Paw-paw-paw)
I’d be in the estuary with stones or buried with the shovel, Damn

[Outro]
(Hey, LACOSTA)
(Hey, LACOSTA)
(Tu-tu-tu)
(Hey)
(Hey)