Get Back Lyrics (English Translation) – Clarent

Read the full Get Back (English Translation) lyrics by Clarent from the album NO PASA NADA HOMBRE along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Clarent's music, you can also explore Jukiar and Granada, two other songs by Clarent.

[Intro]
Gra-gra, boom
Gra-gra, boom
Gra-gra
Gra-gra, boom, boom, boom, boom

[Chorus]
Handling problems on the island, I move real smooth
I mix Chanel with Rick Owens, this ain't Moschino (Nah)
One year in the game, 2 million in the account, and I keep going
Hopping in the rides, taking risks with kilos
This is get back
I catch you in Miami, nice and easy, I'm taking off your jewels (Ah-ah)
I got bread and you don't, cabrón, don't take offense (No)
Free the bros locked up in a cell, still collecting rent (Brr)

[Verse 1]
Yeah, finger down, dropping fingers, yeah
This is the Metro, all my ninjas throwing signs (Gra-gra)
The gloves and the ski mask (Ah-ah), I like the adrenaline (Ah-ah)
All the sticks on the stage and all the kilos at the marina (Don't fu*k)
I don't pay for security, I move with all the bros
Everything on my neck is real (Oh), call Russo & Co. (Boom, boom)
In the barrio, I don't give credit, I put it to-go
Baby, I can hit it, but you keep it on the low (On the low)

[Bridge]
Baby, I take my chances, I live at war and I don't hang out (Oh)
I can be the worst or I'll fulfill all your desires (Your desires)
I turn 100,000 pesos into 1 million, baby, I take the risk (Gotta pay back)
While your husband walks on foot and I'm riding you in a European (Ah)

[Chorus]
Handling problems on the island, I move real smooth
I mix Chanel with Rick Owens, this ain't Moschino (Nah)
One year in the game, 2 million in the account, and I keep going
Hopping in the rides, taking risks with kilos
This is get back (Get back)
I catch you in Miami, nice and easy, I'm taking off your jewels (Ah-ah)
I got bread and you don't, cabrón, don't take offense (Don't take offense)
Free the bros locked up in a cell, still collecting rent (With the gang, yeah)

[Verse 2]
All she sees are killers with the money (Money maker)
She wants to fu*k for money and I don't let that slip by
I got a brother with a spot, he's making more than Plaza (Ah)
I let go of a couple guys, there are s*itheads who hold me back
'Cause things happen, I rolled you up in a ZaZa blunt (Gra-gra)
I'm not making peace with someone who threatens me
N!ggas flexing on the networks like they're moving bricks
Gunshots and flames blazing, that's human barbecue
Micro Draco, hollow point, explodes inside, doesn't pass through (Ah)
N!gga, I came from a barrio and now I'm moving the masses
This is Los Ballers of the City, don't talk tough if you don't hunt (Don't hunt)
They took a couple brothers, let's see if they don't link me to it
25/8 active, they go by air or they go by boat
New leather and they're active, I put it in and you stay quiet (Brr)
There's plenty of rumors in the streets that the Baller's still on a streak (Ah)
That he's a real son of a b!tch, blows them up and sends them off, yeah
Cabrón, I invested in my image, bought jewelry, bought a house (House)
Imagine being broke and feeling like everything is passing you by
They changed the paperwork, they're bitter, that's what happens
For keeping an eye on what belongs to someone else, n!gga—