Sosa - Mafia (Original Mix)

D-d-doom, doom, dai.
Mmm.
P-p-p-p-p-p-pu, boom, dai, yeah.
Mmm. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. 3 AM, black suits, moving through town.
Windows all tinted, never making a sound.
Phone on DND, I got nothing to prove.
Everybody talks loud, real power never moves.
Cold stare, gold ring, bass under the seat.
Whole room goes silent when we step in the street.
Started with nothing but respect and a name.
Now they watch every move when we enter the game.
I don't trust crowds, I don't trust fame.