More songs by Ninho
Description
It smells of petrol, anger and expensive crossovers. The air is filled with the roar of engines and a quiet ‘hey’ in time with the beat - as if the city itself is singing along, flashing its lights. This is all about those who fell, walked, fell again, but turned their stubbornness into a craft. About those who don't pray, but count - zeros, chances, bullets.
The words fly like a volley, but in every line there is the fatigue of someone who has seen too often how ‘fake’ smiles nearby. And now, when the noise subsides, all that remains is the clinking of empty glasses and the certainty that you can get out of the mud, but there's no going back.
The music rocks with heavy dignity - not bragging, but a hoarse declaration of life. It's ridiculous, of course, to think that it's just about money. It's about self-respect when everything around you is temporary.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Eh, yeah
Sac de touche-car, fusil à pompe
On sait qui cavale quand ça dégénère
Sac de touche-car, fusil à pompe
On sait qui cavale quand ça dégénère
Hey
Sac de touche-car, fusil à pompe
On sait qui cavale quand ça dégénère
Un stylo noir, une feuille de compte
Ça débite moins qu'avant donc t'es vénère
Wesh igo t'as wallou
Mais devant elle tu fais l'che-ri
On va plus en boîte nous
À part si l'patron propose 15 mille
Nouveau produit, nouveau marketing
Plus t'es mystérieux et plus tu les intrigue
Est-ce que toi tu m'aimera toda la vida?
Quand les verres et les comptes en banque seront vides
Je crois pas donc j'fais la moula et j'vais là-bas
Khapta, une villa, un pétard
Un château au bord de la ge-pla, pourquoi pas?
À bord du Ferrari, mon pote il n'y aura que deux places et tu l'sais ça
On arrive en loucedé comme Gallas dans l'jardin d'la raque-ba
Pour tout pe-ta
Moi j'étais vrai, ils étaient faux
J'ai été obligé d'couper les ponts
Moi j'étais vrai, ils étaient faux
J'ai été obligé d'couper les ponts
On va remonter, tout en haut
Juste après avoir touché le fond
Partir pour revenir les mains pleines d'liquide, hey
Il paraît qu'ils vont venir, ma clique est morte de rire, hey
Moi j'étais vrai, ils étaient faux
J'ai été obligé d'couper les ponts
On va remonter, tout en haut
Juste après avoir touché le fond
Partir pour revenir les mains pleines d'liquide, hey
Il paraît qu'ils vont venir, ma clique est morte de rire, hey
C'est la frappe que nous fournissons, quartier sous commission
La nuit j'ai eu trop d'visions, rajoute d'la potion dans l'biberon
Le coffre est bien garni, c'est le Cartel de Cali
J'récupère ce cas-là et ma chemise vient d'Italie
On brasse comme des bâtards
Je n'ai jamais voulu qu'on m'adule, j'suis resté solo dans ma bulle
Personne voulait donner la balle quand j'étais tout seul face au but
Et c'est dur d'savoir qui est faux
Gros, ils font pt'être partie d'la photo
Rafale semi-auto
Moi j'étais vrai, ils étaient faux
J'ai été obligé d'couper les ponts
On va remonter, tout en haut
Juste après avoir touché le fond
Partir pour revenir les mains pleines d'liquide, hey
Il paraît qu'ils vont venir, ma clique est morte de rire, hey
Moi j'étais vrai, ils étaient faux
J'ai été obligé d'couper les ponts
On va remonter, tout en haut
Juste après avoir touché le fond
Partir pour revenir les mains pleines d'liquide, hey
Il paraît qu'ils vont venir, ma clique est morte de rire, hey
English translation
Eh, yeah
Car hit bag, shotgun
We know who's on the run when things get out of hand
Car hit bag, shotgun
We know who's on the run when things get out of hand
Hey
Car hit bag, shotgun
We know who's on the run when things get out of hand
A black pen, an account sheet
It's less than before so you're worshiped
Wesh igo you're wallou
But in front of her you laugh
We don't go to clubs anymore
Unless the boss offers 15 thousand
New product, new marketing
The more mysterious you are, the more you intrigue them
Will you love me toda la vida?
When the glasses and the bank accounts are empty
I don't think so, so I'm going to die and go there
Khapta, a villa, a firecracker
A castle on the edge of the ge-pla, why not?
On board the Ferrari, my friend there will only be two seats and you know that
We arrive in Loucedé like Gallas in the garden of the raque-ba
For all little ones
I was true, they were false
I was forced to cut ties
I was true, they were false
I was forced to cut ties
We're going to go back to the top
Just after hitting rock bottom
Leaving to come back with hands full of liquid, hey
It seems they're coming, my clique is dying of laughter, hey
I was true, they were false
I was forced to cut ties
We're going to go back to the top
Just after hitting rock bottom
Leaving to come back with hands full of liquid, hey
It seems they're coming, my clique is dying of laughter, hey
This is the strike we provide, quarter under commission
At night I had too many visions, added potion to the bottle
The chest is well stocked, it's the Cali Cartel
I get this case and my shirt comes from Italy
We brew like bastards
I never wanted to be idolized, I stayed alone in my bubble
Nobody wanted to give the ball when I was all alone in front of the goal
And it's hard to know who's fake
Big, they might be part of the photo
Semi-auto burst
I was true, they were false
I was forced to cut ties
We're going to go back to the top
Just after hitting rock bottom
Leaving to come back with hands full of liquid, hey
It seems they're coming, my clique is dying of laughter, hey
I was true, they were false
I was forced to cut ties
We're going to go back to the top
Just after hitting rock bottom
Leaving to come back with hands full of liquid, hey
It seems they're coming, my clique is dying of laughter, hey