LACOSTA II

(Po-po-po, po-po-po)
(Prrah)
(Tu-tu)
(Yeah)

I'm the boss of the coast, not even God can mess with me
You can't take me down, not even with a beating, and the vices couldn't either (ah)
I'm onto other things now, 'cause everything's a cycle
I've paid it all off, just missing the kids

Sons of bitches, they suck it up and leave me voiceless (eh)
I’m having scallops now, before it was rice plates (ah)
Girl, I had it figured out when I was younger
I’m here to collect what that kid planted

It’s better this way, at most, showing off to the teacher
Climbing the ranks until I’m the director
Just your mentions won’t feed the producer (no)
So you better start sharing or record a beatbox

Lots of kisses, in the estuary here the parrot raises us
Nobody wants a Fiat, everyone dreams of being rich
They don’t trust the cops, it’s just addict behavior
Among fishermen, they hate each other and steal shellfish (ay)

They stroll by the dock, wearing some Muelles
Hoping the patrol boat crashes if it comes out (no way)
No gangs, no series protagonists
Not even the tires, and they sell it at the pharmacy

It’s 20 Rivotril for a junkie across the street (ah)
To the medical center in Cangas, everyone knew (ah)
They stay quiet 'cause no one sees a criminal in their kid
On Sunday at mass, the believers clean themselves up (damn)

Albanians in the port of Vigo making friends
They come to be dockworkers, moving the strings
They take the kids along the coast to the neighbors' houses
And we get it from Colombia by narco-submarine (ah, ay)

An open secret, the old ladies are tougher than in Clockers
Buddies fall for A Lama, nobody lives in a block
At the first touch, you’re full, deep in this and well fucked (eh)
Civilians with battering rams, with shock therapies

You pass by the house, dad, ring the bell for me (come on)
Everything they earn working, they blow it on the weekends (come on)
Many give up and others don’t back down
Here dreams expire before you even sign them (yeah)

Portuguese junk and wicker baskets (ah)
Kids at parties get laid more than on Tinder (ah)
At sunset, I’m smoking a Kinder
Don’t mess with 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 eye
There are a thousand things I’ve lived, but if I told you (paw-paw-paw)
I’d be in the estuary with stones or buried with a shovel, damn

(Hey, LACOSTA)
(Hey, LACOSTA)
(Tu-tu-tu)
(Hey)
(Hey)