Casino (part. Israel B y Fernando Costa)

Casino (feat. Israel B and Fernando Costa)

LOWLIGHT, Pili's grandson

Check out my new style
You can take pictures of me, call me 2Pac
Just out of court, no wonder I spit
I can't believe it, it's true, all eyes on me

Sometimes I have paranoia and can't sleep
Peace to Tony, Fairmont Santino
Throwing trash on the casino carpet
If there's noise, everyone jumps like a flash

Black money, they look like Jewish rabbis
341 is that shit you never see
We explode in your face, we're Semtex
We go seven, playing three on three (let's go)

Smoking weed, each joint has two G's
They call me a goat, in New York City I'm Nino
I'm hard to understand, my soul is albino
My moment is whenever I want, I'm good wine
I don't remember her name, she left when she came, for real

This is, this is
This is street evil, we don't give details here
I've sent orders through Mallén, I've stolen even if I fail
I tell you without milk, with double H income
The car will tighten when the bumps come (go)

They call me Proky, in a blue Gol I look like Sony
Sitting smoking kush, high like Tony
In the rearview mirror I see the light, here comes the cops (snitch)
They want to hit me from the south, I'm going back to Cali

In a blue Gol eating molly
With two Nigerians, one from Istanbul, one from Mali (amen)
With the Bull's shirt we rally
This is my room, moving racks

Throwing hits, making history like Kobe
Dreaming in the clubs, they ask for more, I look like Biggie (smalls)
Sitting on the bus, talking to you from the back, from the [?] (we're going down)
There was no flush, this is real, we don't talk movies
Le cri de la Rue, take [?] deli

All my boys dress in black mourning
The dogs fight and groups form
No matter how much they chase me, I don't worry
They aim at me from the rooftop, I don't flinch

They call me Fer inside a Mercedes-Benz
My cousin is not a cook but he knows how to make mashed potatoes
This is Le cri de la Rue, it sounds city shitty pem
All the wounds you caused me, I've already healed

I'm moving chips sitting in the casino
Memories haunt me like in Gran Torino
Some didn't know which way to go
Those pigs are no good, not even for bacon

Gold teeth, leather seats
Say goodbye to me in case I die tomorrow (me)
Some stay, others left
The kids in the hood look for money