Hard GZ – LACOSTA II Lyrics (English Translation)

[Intro]
(Po-po-po, po-po-po)
(Prrah)
(Tu-tu)
(Yeah)

[Verse]
I’m the boss of the coast, not even God crosses me
You can’t move me even by force, and vices couldn’t either (Ah)
I’m onto other things now, because everything is cycles
I have everything paid for, I only lack children
Sons of bitches, suck it and leave me speechless (Eh)
I dine on scallops now, and before, plates of rice (Ah)
Girl, I had it clear when I was a minor
I come to collect what that boy sowed
At best, maybe showing off to the teacher
Climbing positions until becoming director
Your mentions alone don’t feed the producer (No)
So either you start sharing or you record a beatbox
Many kisses, in the estuary here the ‘perico’* raises us
No one wants to drive a Fiat, everyone dreams of being rich
They don’t trust police, they’re addicts’ quirks
Among sailors they hate and steal shellfish from each other (Ay)
They walk along the pier, wearing Muelles sneakers
Hoping that if the patrol boat goes out, it crashes (No way)
There are no gangs, no series protagonists
Not even the rims are standard, and at the pharmacy they sell it
It’s 20 Rivotril for a junkie across the street (Ah)
At the Cangas medical center, people knew (Ah)
They keep quiet because no one sees a delinquent in their son
On Sunday at mass, the believers cleanse themselves (Damn)
Albanians at the port of Vigo making friends
They come as stevedores there, moving the strings
They carry the kilos along the coast to the neighbors’ houses
And it reaches us from Colombia by narco-submarine (Ah, ay)
Open secret, the old ladies are tougher than in Clockers
Friends fall, go to A Lama, no one lives in a block
At the first touch you’re already full, deep in this and well fuked (Eh)
Civilians with battering rams, with shock therapy
You pass by the house, dad, ring the bell for me (Come on)
All they get from working, they blow on weekends (Come on)
Many quit and many who don’t surrender
Here dreams expire before you sign them, yeah
Portuguese junk cars and wicker baskets (Ah)
Kids at festivals fuk more than on Tinder (Ah)
At sunset I’m smoking a Kinder
Don’t touch the old lady or the boundary marker
Ghost villages, forgotten lands
If you’re not from here, they won’t even look you in the face
There are a thousand things I lived, but if I told you (Paw-paw-paw)
I’d be in the estuary with stones or buried with the shovel, damn

[Outro]
(Hey, LACOSTA)
(Hey, LACOSTA)
(Tu-tu-tu)
(Hey)
(Hey)