Alcott Zara Bershka - Baby Gang

Alcott Zara Bershka rubavamo i vestiti

Con gli antitaccheggi lasciati nei camerini

Era tiki taka, gli africani ed i magrebini

Eravamo tutti poveri ma eravamo ben vestiti

Alcott Zara Bershka rubavamo i vestiti

Con gli antitaccheggi lasciati nei camerini

Era tiki taka, gli africani ed i magrebini

Eravamo tutti poveri ma eravamo ben vestiti

Eravamo vestiti bene nella testa fino ai piedi

A me fra non mi stava bene e io non avevo, dovevi

E non é colpa di mamma, frero

Se sono nato una testa calda, eh-oh

Cresciuto in casa famiglia, immagina che meraviglia

In mezzo a assistenti sociali mi hanno levato dalla mia famiglia

E dimmi frate come mai, frero

Baby di notte si non dorme mai, eh-oh

Sto sveglio coi demoni a parla-re di mura

Come fa-re i money senza entrare a San Vittore

Sai perché sopra le popo rischiano le manette

Sotto le popo giocano ladri guardie

Solo che crescono ladri ma non guardie

Alcott Zara Bershka rubavamo i vestiti

Con gli antitaccheggi lasciati nei camerini

Era tiki taka, gli africani ed i magrebini

Eravamo tutti poveri ma eravamo ben vestiti

Scarpe bucate, tasche come le mie scarpe

Vestiti bucati, pochi conoscono l’arte

Versace, Versace, l’arte mettila da parte

Amici, amici, amici solo le mie tasche

Ora amigo adio, mh

Prima rubavamo nei negozi i vestiti

Perché volevamo essere come tutti i bambini

Ora tutti vogliono essere come i bimbi, i suoi amici

Ma non lo potete essere non senti-

Alcott Zara Bershka used to steal clothes

With anti-theft left in the dressing rooms

It was tiki taka, the Africans and the North Africans

We were all poor but we were well dressed

Alcott Zara Bershka used to steal clothes

With anti-theft left in the dressing rooms

It was tiki taka, the Africans and the North Africans

We were all poor but we were well dressed

We were dressed well from head to toe

Between me it didn't fit me well and I didn't have it, you had to

And it's not Mom's fault, frero

If I was born a hothead, eh-oh

Growing up in the family home, imagine how wonderful

In the midst of social workers they took me out of my family

And tell me brother why, frero

Baby at night you never sleep, eh-oh

I am awake with the demons talking about walls

How to make money without entering San Vittore

You know why over the popos risk handcuffs

Under the popos, thieves and guards play

Only thieves grow up but not guards

Alcott Zara Bershka used to steal clothes

With anti-theft left in the dressing rooms

It was tiki taka, the Africans and the North Africans

We were all poor but we were well dressed

Shoes with holes, pockets like my shoes

Clothes with holes in them, few know the art

Versace, Versace, put art aside

Friends, friends, friends only my pockets

Now amigo adio, mh

We used to steal clothes from stores

Because we wanted to be like all children

Now everyone wants to be like children, his friends

But you can't be not feeling-