KUSH & METH Lyrics (English Translation) – Noyz Narcos

[Part I]

[Intro: Noyz Narcos & Gast]
Uh, a’ight, check out
Secco
Yeah, secco

[Verse 1: Noyz Narcos]
Tonight I had a little too much to drink
Carcio on the monitor
Leather jacket, Salvatore Esposito
I look at you askance like Cosimo

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, have fun until you puke
Have a nerve when the patrol car pulls up (Well)
The Cosa Nostra costs as much as a Costa cruise
Maybe you’ll fall for it
Hard party like in the Basque Country
Throw rocks at the riot police’s helmets
Multitasking ba*tards, half a pole of appetizers on Just Eat
I wear tech challenge Agassi
Follow my steps
Round numbers like compasses
Let’s close this hand, because I’ve got four aces in my hand

[Verse 2: Gast]
Rims shiny like the fly of his sneakers (Uah)
My friend fixes everything with a screwdriver
Don’t say no, smell that smell
Pay the ticket in line
California in your pocket, sea and sun in the papers
I’ll send you a pony with four quatrains
Sixteen bars in the middle of the boxers that’s about to leave
Uncork and smile
Read the G on the street and around that stands for gastritis
Fireworks when new games arriv
ast and Noyz Masterchef, open a new dossier
Every trace is illegal like kush and meth

Green cash, green stash, I bet on the same roulette
I want to raise capital, bags full, man

[Part II]

[Intro: Noyz Narcos]
Yoh, dry

[Verse 1: Noyz Narcos]
I see demons if you pray from the Green House sta lemon
Shoot me in the back John Lennon
On Lennox Ave
Dance the Harlem Shake
I’m running away on a Harley with my babe
Tonight you die like Sharon Tate
I pump Warren G, regulate
Menace to Society, if you bait me man
Maybe you’ll learn to rap
The All Mighty Gang, Wild Boys part three
Nine Eleven, French Connection
S*x Affair
Packages you stack up
You skip meals
I slap a Hoffman with Dustin
Four Bullmastiffs on a leash
I piss on Justin’s Timberlands
The last ones left
Iconoclasts, you leave the party with two b!tches, nasty

[Verse 2: Gast]
I was tearing off alarms, a parade over the yard embankments
Picasso drifting on the Hypermotard
Still white, skinny, like I said in Gast
But on the extra-large road
Turn right between
Head only on money
If it’s expensive at retail
Pio wholesale and taro
I unleash one I speak clearly because I shovel more s*it than Canaro.
And when I speak, I shoot.
You’re a football fan.
A gunner like Mark Landers.
I’ve pissed in the street way more than a transgender person, officer.
I dress well when I do my chores.
Look at my girlfriend, not me, people.