Intro
C.S Lyrics
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Esa droga sigue entrando, dos, tres
Tu puta sigue mirando tan fresh
Eso' negro' están diciendo que no lo hago bien
Las ventas están subiendo, sí se pueden ver
Guacho, vos no tené' nivel, por el barrio lo saben
Por eso nunca dejarán que Bardero$ se apague
Money, money, para ustedes, el que sabe, sabe
En la casa del hustle, seis kilo' en el closet
Me entiende el de la grasa fina porque me conoce
Preguntan: "¿Cómo se hace?", si no hablo con los dioses
Yo no les dejo chance, mami, esto es pa' que lo goces
Desde la esquina más oscura que tiene la feria
Experto en la materia, el rey de la academia
A los 14 ya guardaba la droga en las media'
Mi madre pa' mí es mi santa, la calle es mi dueña
Yo, again, again
Hustlers, hoodrats sick ass thugs
Again, again
Funky ass shit, like, every single day (esto no es música, es droga)
Yo, again, again (yeh)
I don't give a fuck
Nigga, what?
Again, again
With my mind on my money and my money on my mind
The opening track of C.S.S.O.'s self-titled debut album, "Intro," sets the tone for the rest of the album with its gritty and unapologetic lyrics. The first line, "Malos Cantore', hijo de puta," is a derogatory phrase in Spanish that translates to "bad cops, son of a bitch." This sets the stage for the theme of the song, which revolves around drug dealing and the street life.
The lyrics reference the drug trade and the lifestyle that comes with it. The line "Esa droga sigue entrando, dos, tres" translates to "that drug keeps coming in, two, three," indicating the continuous influx of drugs. The next line, "Tu puta sigue mirando tan fresh," suggests that the singer has no qualms about involving his partner in the drug trade, while the line "Eso' negro' están diciendo que no lo hago bien" implies that there are detractors who doubt the singer's drug-selling abilities. However, the singer is undeterred, as "las ventas están subiendo, sí se pueden ver" ("sales are going up, you can see it").
The lyrics also touch on the singer's personal history and his relationship with the drug trade. He asserts his expertise in the field with the line "Experto en la materia, el rey de la academia" ("Expert in the subject, king of the academy"), and references his mother as his "saint," but acknowledges that the street life is his true mistress. The repeated phrase "Again, again" suggests a cyclical nature to the singer's involvement in the dangerous and precarious lifestyle of drug dealing.
Line by Line Meaning
Malos Cantore', hijo de puta
I am a bad guy, a son of a bitch
Esa droga sigue entrando, dos, tres
The drug keeps coming in, two, three
Tu puta sigue mirando tan fresh
Your woman still looks so fresh
Eso' negro' están diciendo que no lo hago bien
Those guys are saying that I am not doing it right
Las ventas están subiendo, sí se pueden ver
The sales are going up, you can see it
Guacho, vos no tené' nivel, por el barrio lo saben
Hey, you have no level, everyone in the neighborhood knows it
Por eso nunca dejarán que Bardero$ se apague
That's why they will never let Bardero$ die
Estoy bailando con la nada, tomando jarabe
I am dancing with nothing, taking syrup
Money, money, para ustedes, el que sabe, sabe
Money, money, for you, those who know, know
En la casa del hustle, seis kilo' en el closet
In the house of hustle, six kilos in the closet
Me entiende el de la grasa fina porque me conoce
The refined person understands me because they know me
Preguntan: "¿Cómo se hace?", si no hablo con los dioses
They ask me: "How is it done?", but I don't talk to the gods
Yo no les dejo chance, mami, esto es pa' que lo goces
I don't give them a chance, honey, this is for you to enjoy
Desde la esquina más oscura que tiene la feria
From the darkest corner of the fair
Experto en la materia, el rey de la academia
An expert in the subject, the king of the academy
A los 14 ya guardaba la droga en las media'
At 14, I was already hiding drugs in my socks
Mi madre pa' mí es mi santa, la calle es mi dueña
My mother is my saint, the street is my owner
Yo, again, again
Me, again, again
Hustlers, hoodrats sick ass thugs
Hustlers, hoodrats, sick ass thugs
Again, again
Again, again
Funky ass shit, like, every single day (esto no es música, es droga)
Funky stuff, like, every single day (this isn't music, it's drugs)
Yo, again, again (yeh)
Me, again, again (yeah)
I don't give a fuck
I don't care
Nigga, what?
What, man?
Again, again
Again, again
With my mind on my money and my money on my mind
With my mind on my money and my money on my mind
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Alan Escobar, Lucas Dario Gimenez, Tomas Manuel Campos
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Waseem Khan
The best but underrated he needs to blow and get recognition he deserves !
DrSprite
1:18I felt the beat coming 🔥🙏🏻❤️
amjed
1:18 the way the music changed 💯💥😱
Charlie Blood
amj3d Yh that was 2 hardddd
officialbenjaa 16
Yeah cuh
Ishaq Olvaris
amj3d He should had a flow when he said “ gunshot pop and scraze your face” and “ there isn’t nothing come fuck up this flow”
JAhmed
This guy is seriously talented and underrated
verzman
The flow on the second drop is bruuuutal wow
Pastor Donkoh
This Don said the f word in church. Kmt. Tune is hard still. C.S is one of the OGs
Bob
so what if he said the F word in church