Baby Gear Neapolitan Rmx Lyrics and meaning of the song included in the album Innocent.
The rapper decides to release a new remixed version of in the summer of 2023 Neapolitan. enriched by the collaboration with the Neapolitan collective SLF extension (Only the family).
The latest album by infant gangs, Innocent will be released on May 26 for Atlantic/Warner Music Italydebuted at number 2 in the rankings FIMI/GfK one of the best selling albums and in the top 3 of the Global Debut Albums Chart Spotify.
Baby Gang Neapolitan RMX meaning of the song
As we said for this new version Baby Gear was keen to work with a multi-platinum Neapolitan collective SLF extension. So in the beat of 2. roof they come with one verse each Mv Killa, Lele Blade, Val Lambo And Yung Snapp.
The song, in which the rapper from Lecco tries his hand at the Neapolitan dialect, thus becomes an uncompromising farce with rhymes that mixes the four currents to tell the path that has led them from nothing to success, not without bad ones Experiences, sometimes you happen, sometimes you look.
Neapolitan Baby Gang RMX Text and Audio
yes yes yes yes
As a Neapolitan, I was just Piccirillo
He gave me a gun: “Shoot ‘ncapa at all ‘sti’nfame”
Everyone said: “Look who, he’s from Milan”
I don’t get along well with the boss, see you and see you
As a Neapolitan, I was just Piccirillo
He gave me a gun: “Shoot ‘ncapa at all ‘sti’nfame”
They all said, “Look at whoever, he’s from Milan.”
I don’t get along well with the boss, see you and see you
We’ll see each other and we’ll see, then we won’t see you again
We’ll put you in the hood, then we’ll take you to Alfa, no
First money in hand, Piazza Affari, Bergamo
You learn, I learn, at the age of twelve I fucking learned
Just look at my face, not what it’s doing…
I’m in the middle à ville, la rue la vrai, what I say does…
Of us a fool, the one who is “you fool” in your area
Ah, then or yes stupid
Aggio ditto ca nun magno carne ḥaram
“I see trembling people, Allah.”
‘Mmiez’â via sulo n’angelo po parlá cu Dio
Now they all say “o nomme mio, Wallah.”
Transalp 750, shut up, it’s dad’s turn
Vale Lambo c’a barba, nun stongo bbuono c’a capa
TTT, just habibi, I’m Neapolitan, you yes ‘o fuck me’
Addò we stayed ‘and at home they stay’ and the baby gang
Ce vonno vedé stise ‘nterra much man
C’a neve dit’â sacca, ‘a ganja ‘int’e TN
“A Gang-Ca-Tu rep, bro, it’s a candy cam.”
Now he lands with Wrangler
Well fa ‘o scemo cca ‘nterra
A 357 explodes like a geyser
What do you need? What works? Do ‘and tarantella, see, see
I know, napulitano, rinse ‘a vocca si hê ‘a parlá ‘e me
When I was eighteen I was in Spain with two Moroccans
“To do the same, let me tell you that you are your destiny.”
A hundred years ago, people from the north called us “Africans”.
Like it’s an insult (Ah), nuje proud to be
They all go close to nuje, simmo ‘e cchiù overo ‘e ll’Italia, ‘O ssaje
I obey the highway code, but I’m not a killer
Napulitano, addore ‘e fummo and addore ‘e mare
Speak little or clearly, I keep ‘o fuoco dint’ê mane’
I held seventeen, ten thousand
I held eighteen, one hundred thousand
Mo tengo vintiseje anne, ‘a famiglia’ ncopp’ê shoulders
Luckily I keep a thousand thousand
Audi, Benz AMG
Tengo ten, ugly Carte Dint’ô purse
They call me “ammò”, not “mon frè”
Napule tomette ‘nculo, pecciò vaje ‘nfreva
I was twelve when I was 112
He has accused me and my friend of stealing alcohol
I was thirteen when I was 113
I only took my friend because he couldn’t believe it
They couldn’t believe it until I turned sixteen
They couldn’t believe it was a 12 year old being sold
Good boy faces, those sheep cops
I made you when I was a kid, now I enjoy it
As a Neapolitan, I was just Piccirillo
He gave me a gun: “Shoot ‘ncapa at all ‘sti’nfame”
Everyone said: “Look who, he’s from Milan”
I don’t get along well with the boss, see you and see you
As a Neapolitan, I was just Piccirillo
He gave me a gun: “Shoot ‘ncapa at all ‘sti ‘nfame”
They all said, “Look at whoever, he’s from Milan.”
I don’t get along well with the boss, see you and see you
