Maharaja - Achille Lauro, Boss Doms

I miei grammi d’erba nei miei nuovi boxer

I suoi grammi dentro al reggiseno Chanel

Ruba nei negozi come ruba Lupin

E lo chiama «l'arte nuova» come l’arte a Bruxelles

Lei con la sua frangia, con le mani cor French

Quanto ci mette poco a sbottonare il mio trench

Con il mio bulldog e con gli occhiali fumè

Con il nuovo cellulare e con più occhiaie di me

Guida tu, gli occhi neri, sembro un po' Panda Kung Fu

La mia stella, Boulevard Hollywood

Vuole scopare e raccontarlo a tutte

Voglio morire co' un tesoro qua, fra', maharaja

La pancia come un’anatra, paté foie gras

Passo in una Cadillac, fra', Obama

Fuori una parata, fra', pa-pa-ra-pà

Voglio morire co' un tesoro qua, fra', maharaja

La pancia come un’anatra, paté foie gras

Passo in una Cadillac, fra', Obama

Fuori una parata, fra', pa-pa-ra-pà

Muoio co' un tesoro qua, fra', maharaja

La pancia come un’anatra, paté foie gras

Passo in una Cadillac, fra', Obama

Fuori una parata, fra', pa-pa-ra-pà

Usciamo dallo Sheraton, sembra Sharon Stone

Ha sempre gli occhi addosso come una bella Porsche

Io ho catene d’oro su una polo Lacoste

Un cuore sotto zero, sì, come il Polo Nord

Gli occhi freddi, grossi pezzi che ho lasciato qua e là

A questi mezzi artisti faccio quaraquaquà

Lei dice: «Sei diverso tu da questi ragazzetti

Da questi ragazzetti coi soldi di papà»

Muoio co' un tesoro qua, fra', maharaja

La pancia come un’anatra, paté foie gras

Passo in una Cadillac, fra', Obama

Fuori una parata, fra', pa-pa-ra-pà

Usciamo dallo Sheraton, sembra Sharon Stone

Ha sempre gli occhi addosso come una bella Porsche

Io ho catene d’oro su una polo Lacoste

Un cuore sotto zero, sì, come il Polo Nord

Voglio morire co' un tesoro qua, fra', maharaja

La pancia come un’anatra, paté foie gras

Passo in una Cadillac, fra', Obama

Fuori una parata, fra', pa-pa-ra-pà

Voglio morire co' un tesoro qua, frà, maharaja

La pancia come un’anatra, paté foie gras

Passo in una Cadillac, fra', Obama

Fuori una parata, frà, pa-pa-ra-pà

Muoio co' un tesoro qua, fra', maharaja

La pancia come un’anatra, paté foie gras

Passo in una Cadillac, frà, Obama

Fuori una parata frà, pa-pa-ra-pà

My grams of weed in my new boxers

His grams of hers inside the Chanel bra

He steals in stores like Lupine steals

And she calls it "new art" like art in Brussels

She with her fringe of hers, with her hands in French

How little does it take to unbutton my trench coat

With my bulldog and with smoked glasses

With the new cell phone and with more dark circles than me

You drive, black eyes, I look a bit like Panda Kung Fu

My star, Hollywood Boulevard

He wants to fuck and tell everyone about it

I want to die with a treasure here, between, maharaja

Belly like a duck, foie gras pate

I'm in a Cadillac, bro, Obama

Outside a parade, between ', pa-pa-ra-pa

I want to die with a treasure here, between, maharaja

Belly like a duck, foie gras pate

I'm in a Cadillac, bro, Obama

Outside a parade, between ', pa-pa-ra-pa

I am dying with a treasure here, between, maharaja

Belly like a duck, foie gras pate

I'm in a Cadillac, bro, Obama

Outside a parade, between ', pa-pa-ra-pa

We leave the Sheraton, it looks like Sharon Stone

She always has her eyes on her like a beautiful Porsche

I have gold chains on a Lacoste polo shirt

A heart below zero, yes, like the North Pole

Cold eyes, big pieces that I left here and there

To these medium artists I make quaraquaquà

She says, “You are different from these kids

From these kids with daddy's money "

I am dying with a treasure here, between, maharaja

Belly like a duck, foie gras pate

I'm in a Cadillac, bro, Obama

Outside a parade, between ', pa-pa-ra-pa

We leave the Sheraton, it looks like Sharon Stone

She always has her eyes on her like a beautiful Porsche

I have gold chains on a Lacoste polo shirt

A heart below zero, yes, like the North Pole

I want to die with a treasure here, between, maharaja

Belly like a duck, foie gras pate

I'm in a Cadillac, bro, Obama

Outside a parade, between ', pa-pa-ra-pa

I want to die with a treasure here, brother, maharaja

Belly like a duck, foie gras pate

I'm in a Cadillac, bro, Obama

Outside a parade, bro, pa-pa-ra-pa

I am dying with a treasure here, between, maharaja

Belly like a duck, foie gras pate

Step in a Cadillac, bro, Obama

Outside a parade bro, pa-pa-ra-pa