Emis Killa & J Lord – No police no problem Lyrics

Emis Killa Keta Music Vol. 3 Lyrics

Emis Killa Keta Music Vol. 3 Lyrics

Emis Killa No police no problem Lyrics, No police no problem Lyrics by Emis Killa

[Emis Killa]
Ah

Ho duecento problemi a parte i soldi e la figa (Eh)
La fortuna è bendata ma la sfiga è svestita (Ah)
Ammesso che abbia già incontrato la donna della mia vita (Eh)
Sicuro l’ho scopata e le ho indicato l’uscita (Ahah)
‘Sto indignato mi sgrida, si sente chiamato in causa (Ah)
‘Sta tipa è stizzita, fra’, sarà già in menopausa (Yeah)
Meno a casa che in strada quando vivevo con mami (Già)
Tuta e Squalo scassate, adesso ho uno scalo giù a Cali (Ah)
Sul tatami la mia pussy fa detox
Con lei faccio come gli infami (Ah-ah), la prendo sempre da dietro (Ahah)
Famoso in tutta Italia, da Bolzano a Trappeto
Se qualcuno fa il tuo nome, “Chi?” “Cosa?” Anacleto

Dal vetro, fra’, mi godo il panorama (Panorama)
Saluto ‘ste formiche, sayonara (Sayonara)
Mentre sopra un privato taglio l’aria
Tu, fra’, in un campo a fare il taglio e non puoi abbandonare l’aria

Dio benedica il rap (Com’è?)
Casa mia sembra un Foot Locker (Ahah)
Ho un fratello che fa il clocker (Seh)
Dentro il letto due top model
No police (No police), no problem (No problem)
In strada ho fatto certe storie (Certe storie)
Non mi fido di ‘ste troie (Nah)
Non taggarci nelle storie
No police (No police), no problem (No problem)

[J. Lord]
Ommo be’, so’ fatto ‘e n’ata pasta, fatte a là
Mannano ‘o minorenne a te fa’ ‘o muorto abbascio
Domiciliare mentre ‘a coppa guida ‘a piazza ‘e spaccio
Je songo real ‘int’â street quanto ‘int’ô munno d”a musica
Tu pise poco ‘e parole, ‘a mità ‘e tutto chello che faje
M’è stato ditto a miezz’â via ca tu nn’hê maje fatto nu guajo
Nu fierro mmano ê criature ‘e seje anne, Baghdad
Cape dint’ê trip pecché vulimmo na chance

Da quando ero nu criaturo ca sunnavo chesto
Già ch”e cuffie e baggy me vedevano diverso
Pure sott’ê riflettore so’ rimasto illeso, eh eh
Tu dincello, dincello

[Emis Killa]
Dio benedica il rap (Com’è?)
Casa mia sembra un Foot Locker (Ahah)
Ho un fratello che fa il clocker (Seh)
Dentro il letto due top model
No police (No police), no problem (No problem)
In strada ho fatto certe storie (Certe storie)
Non mi fido di ‘ste troie (Nah)
Non taggarci nelle storie
No police (No police), no problem (No problem)

Written by; Emis Killa, J Lord
Album/EP; Keta Music Vol. 3

Emis Killa No police no problem Lyrics English Translation

[Emis Killa]
Ah

I got two hundred problems besides the money and the pussy (Eh)
Luck is blindfolded but bad luck is undressed (Ah)
Assuming I’ve met the woman of my life before (Eh)
Sure I fucked her and pointed her out (Ahah)
‘I’m indignant he scolds me, he feels called into question (Ah)
‘This girl is angry, between’, she will already be in menopause (Yeah)
Less at home than on the street when I was living with mami (Yeah)
Bad suit and shark, now I have a layover down in Cali (Ah)
On the tatami my pussy detoxes
With her I do like the infamous (Ah-ah), I always take her from behind (Ahah)
Famous throughout Italy, from Bolzano to Trappeto
If someone mentions your name, “Who?” “What?” Anacleto

From the glass, between ‘, I enjoy the view (Panorama)
I greet these ants, sayonara (Sayonara)
While above a private I cut the air
You, between ‘, in a field to make the cut and you cannot leave the air

God bless the rap (How is it?)
My house looks like a Foot Locker (Ahah)
I have a brother who is a clocker (Seh)
Inside the bed two supermodels
No police (No police), no problem (No problem)
On the street I made some stories (Some stories)
I don’t trust these bitches (Nah)
Don’t tag us in stories
No police (No police), no problem (No problem)

[J. Lord]
Ommo well, I know ‘done’ and n’ata pasta, made there
Mannano ‘or minor to you fa’ ‘or I die abbascio
Domicile while ‘a cup drives’ to the square’ and shop
Je songo real ‘int’â street as much as’ int’ô munno of music
Tu pise little ‘and words,’ a mità ‘and all that you do
I was told in miezz’â via ca tu nn’hê maje fatto nu guajo
Nu fierro mmano ê criature ‘e seje anne, Baghdad
Cape dint’ê trip pecché vulimmo na chance

Since I was a criatur I have been doing this
While headphones and baggy saw me different
Even in the spotlight I was unharmed, eh eh
You dincello, dincello

[Emis Killa]
God bless the rap (How is it?)
My house looks like a Foot Locker (Ahah)
I have a brother who is a clocker (Seh)
Inside the bed two supermodels
No police (No police), no problem (No problem)
On the street I made some stories (Some stories)
I don’t trust these bitches (Nah)
Don’t tag us in stories
No police (No police), no problem (No problem)