NCAA Lyrics (English Translation) – Clarent

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[Intro: Clarent & Turbo G]
Dude, stop moving, I can hear
Ah
The City Ballers, yeah

[Verse 1]
Turbo tells me to take off my chains, I can hear them, yeah
It’s the sound of money (Ah)
Dude, I’m a bandit in the cauldron, yeah
I’m an artist and I don’t let go of the .40
I answer the maraca and I move s*xy
We’re at work, I got it in New Jersey

How I use the Glizzy under my jersey

[Chorus]
All the b!tches for the Baller
They want drügs, they want s*x, and I’m natural
In-In PR they don’t give music, I don’t want clubs
Now he says I have mental problems
Ma, you’re the crazy one, there’s Fritolay
I smoke a black and the view of the Empire State
In Miami in Cullinan, in New York, The Escalade
We make fun of the system, we make fun of the law
All my shooters, mamabicho, NCAA

[Post-Chorus]
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Don’t snore at me if the watch isn’t Plein
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey (Ah)

[Verse 2]
Free CHIMI, free Pampa, free Dobleta, yeah
I live by Glizzy, stacks of combs in the drawer
From Cartier to Rolex and from Rolex to Pateka
My friend, they’re screwing you, yeah
She doesn’t have a boyfriend, she just wants to show off
She wants a guy, ma, where are you going?

I’m a baller, you’re not going to make me fall in love
I’m Roberto Clemente in my city

[Bridge]
And all these b!tches want to say hello
After I get you in, you won’t see me again
I’ll light the stick, let him start jumping
For saying he’s going to hit me

[Chorus]
All the b!tches for the baller
They want drügs, they want s*x, and I’m natural
In PR they don’t give me music, I don’t want clubs
Now they say I have mental problems
Ma, you’re the crazy one, there’s Fritolay
I smoke a black and the view of the Empire State Building
In Miami, at Cullinan, in New York, the Escalade
We make fun of the system, we make fun of the law
All my shooters, mamabicho, NCAA

[Post-Chorus]
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Don’t snore at me like a joke, yeah The clock isn’t Plein
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey (Hey, hey, hey, hey)

[Verse 3]
Talking about who didn’t kill
I’m a money getter, you didn’t take any chances
I’m not the same since I lost Peluche because I went to buy the slime
That was my brotha
I can say I have a house around my neck
Where are the b!tches? (Ah)
I like her face, but her body’s weird
If it’s not a 10/10, I don’t want anything, ah

[Outro]
(The City Ballers)
That’s a big fact
Tell me, Turbo (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
The City Ballers (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
That’s a big—
It’s some money talk
NCAA
Yeah
(Gra-gra boom, boom)