[Alpha Wann - dirty dancing feat. Deen Burbigo & Infinit’/ English Translation]

[Verse 1: Deen Burbigo]
Bigo!
They don't want to break their shackles, they all want to race each other
We're born at the bottom of the ladder, no one to give you a leg up
If you're hot, we court you, if you're ugly, to make love
You'll have to be rich, you have to be ready to make love with ugly people
If your time has come, be precise, zin, enjoy it well
All these dogs don't aim for the cup but the head of the one holding it (there)
Only hoes and pastas, lifestyle very italian
Always hungry like pits', I cannot go vegan
I buy my packs in Dam', I keep my qualms for myself
Only virtous people in the circle, no one will fuck your lady
I go for a dip in the dime bag, then I go on a walkabout
Hooded, public side, like when we were todo
Don't give a F, of selfies, of comments, of shares, of mentions
I'm an emcee, I come from another era, from another dimension
Call me if there's some cash to take, don't waste my time
I'm not your teacher but I'll have to teach you how to make sums reach summits

[Chorus: Infinit’]
No story begins at the end
My zins don't feel anything but hunger
No one's son, I only have one father and one mother
In the filled closet, I remember I only had one pair of shoes
Where are the bitches? Where are the bitches?
Where are the cute zines?
The diamands are dancing around my neck, dirty dancing
Brother, making this dough, I try, I'm learning
When this jacket looks good, I try it, I buy it
[Bridge: Infinit']
Burst of bullets like doves being released (brr)
Tony, teeth lead, I make the money spew out
I b-b-bang for the g-g-gang, far away from the b-b-binks
Like Fifty, straight to the b-b-bank

[Verse 2: Alpha Wann]
Photo of me in the Ovale Office, I'm only rapping facts
Too american for the RG, need the D.E.A and the Feds (the FBI)
We do the necessary to avoid the Serbian
Pretty crockery for the deserts, YSL on the armpits
If I don't know them, I don't want to meet them
I collect the euros then I do like Nek' and I disconect
This style is innate, I already had it in the franc era
Fresh, like a newborn, determined as if I return from the front
I make a splash, I leave the tiniest slice to them
Bring some tieb' and mangoes, Fifth element, I have the multi-pass
I turn up everywhere like the DGSI, I'm official since the TDSI
They all developped the same styles, I'm teaching to old and baby emcees

[Chorus: Infinit’]
No story begins at the end
My zins don't feel anything but hunger
No one's son, I only have one father and one mother
In the filled closet, I remember I only had one pair of shoes
Where are the bitches? Where are the bitches?
Where are the cute zines?
The diamands are dancing around my neck, dirty dancing
Brother, making this dough, I try, I'm learning
When this jacket looks good, I try it, I buy it