More songs by La Fouine
Description
Composer: BiggieJo
Lyricist: La Fouine
Lyricist: Nahir
Lyrics and translation
Original
At the top there are the darons, at the bottom there are the tools, in front there are the khedam and the product you like
I arrive as Leto in Macaroni, lying down I'm in the closet in bed
I lost the daronne, the daron, I wake up with 2 whores, have I lost my bearings
If you are a scoundrel I could do you because in reality you took my brother's life
Damn the BAC is running, there's a drop in profits, in reality I'm a good one but I have the wrong profile
And I'm not going to eat at the Met Gala, I'm 10 years early, there you are
They don't have the shoulders to handle all our salads, I should start making salads
The experience is raw, the connection is Machiavellian, at a red light like Makaveli
The slogan is Shoot down the enemy, they are racists like in Alabama
And even my fire with dark skin, I need Nico's lawyer, no I don't want to spend a night there
The kainrys we jump them like Offset humm, I'm in L.A. under the sunset humm
This year we are going to steal the recipe humm, they make up the 17 humm
Hold my email
Go fuck your mother dot com without qualms
The cally is Val Thorens, the geushs do somersaults like Statham
Down there are only workers slaloming
Who carry around canisters but it's not to blow in them
Only at the watchmaker can I count time
If you don't have the amount, there's no point in raising your voice
From the rising sun to the dawn, horrors that have made the heart of lead
Matrixed by the whari, padlock on the suitcase
I'm taking a step back, otherwise I'll quickly buy a pump
The R-Dèv go to the pump, three-quarter Denzel leather, I'm coming ass-com
Survey the area from a distance, you nace me
The world is small, like the map of Los Santos and Vice City, we are stubborn
Failing to tighten the noose, continue to increase rates, I'm known as the telethon
The coal proved me right, the slob told me you're crazy, the banker told me you're good
Most of what they say is false, I make the same face as Tchouameni in front of Eto
RAP, nothing to prove, I hate them, I'm Tupac and I ride on them like Death Row
And I would like to get all these fascists naked, only on a boat do they accept sails
It is only in the grave that I accept my fate, there are 2 in the suite of the Royal Monceau
That alone blows them up like Scorsese humm, lots of horses in the procession humm
Under her big head there are my Cortez humm, she reminds me I still have it humm
The letter rogatory, I sign it and I take my commission
If you're under 18 I'll send you on a mission, we'll shoot the commissioner
Fouiny and Nahir, black is the me-ar, white is the
For l3ine I have blinders
I don't know how much, it was 2000 I think, that he was shot by a 2003
Ok Toc Toc, it's me who's knocking at the door
In the dock it smells like locked up
I'm looking for a plug to fuck the procedure
I have dreams in GAV I hear him screaming Fuck Fuck
I consume life like gasoline, at zeu-lai I make them le-sa without vaseline
I do one shots, while their doctors prescribe Ventolin
I don't pay for shooters, I send a zinc or WAAA
I still have a 22 in the armrest
I drive faster because she likes the jerks WAAA
No need for the wand, just ask for the finger
The kainrys we jump them like Offset humm, I'm in L.A. under the sunset humm
This year we are going to steal the recipe humm, they make up the 17 humm
The kainrys we jump them like Offset humm, I'm in L.A. under the sunset humm
This year we are going to steal the recipe humm, they make up the 17 humm
Capital of the cream of crime
English translation
At the top there are the darons, at the bottom there are the tools, in front there are the khedam and the product you like
I arrive as Leto in Macaroni, lying down I'm in the closet in bed
I lost the daronne, the daron, I wake up with 2 whores, have I lost my bearings
If you are a scoundrel I could do you because in reality you took my brother's life
Damn the BAC is running, there's a drop in profits, in reality I'm a good one but I have the wrong profile
And I'm not going to eat at the Met Gala, I'm 10 years early, there you are
They don't have the shoulders to handle all our salads, I should start making salads
The experience is raw, the connection is Machiavellian, at a red light like Makaveli
The slogan is Shoot down the enemy, they are racists like in Alabama
And even my fire with dark skin, I need Nico's lawyer, no I don't want to spend a night there
The kainrys we jump them like Offset humm, I'm in L.A. under the sunset humm
This year we are going to steal the recipe humm, they make up the 17 humm
Hold my email
Go fuck your mother dot com without qualms
The cally is Val Thorens, the geushs do somersaults like Statham
Down there are only workers slaloming
Who carry around canisters but it's not to blow in them
Only at the watchmaker can I count time
If you don't have the amount, there's no point in raising your voice
From the rising sun to the dawn, horrors that have made the heart of lead
Matrixed by the whari, padlock on the suitcase
I'm taking a step back, otherwise I'll quickly buy a pump
The R-Dèv go to the pump, three-quarter Denzel leather, I'm coming ass-com
Survey the area from a distance, you nace me
The world is small, like the map of Los Santos and Vice City, we are stubborn
Failing to tighten the noose, continue to increase rates, I'm known as the telethon
The coal proved me right, the slob told me you're crazy, the banker told me you're good
Most of what they say is false, I make the same face as Tchouameni in front of Eto
RAP, nothing to prove, I hate them, I'm Tupac and I ride on them like Death Row
And I would like to get all these fascists naked, only on a boat do they accept sails
It is only in the grave that I accept my fate, there are 2 in the suite of the Royal Monceau
That alone blows them up like Scorsese humm, lots of horses in the procession humm
Under her big head there are my Cortez humm, she reminds me I still have it humm
The letter rogatory, I sign it and I take my commission
If you're under 18 I'll send you on a mission, we'll shoot the commissioner
Fouiny and Nahir, black is the me-ar, white is the
For l3ine I have blinders
I don't know how much, it was 2000 I think, that he was shot by a 2003
Ok Toc Toc, it's me who's knocking at the door
In the dock it smells like locked up
I'm looking for a plug to fuck the procedure
I have dreams in GAV I hear him screaming Fuck Fuck
I consume life like gasoline, at zeu-lai I make them le-sa without vaseline
I do one shots, while their doctors prescribe Ventolin
I don't pay for shooters, I send a zinc or WAAA
I still have a 22 in the armrest
I drive faster because she likes the jerks WAAA
No need for the wand, just ask for the finger
The kainrys we jump them like Offset humm, I'm in L.A. under the sunset humm
This year we are going to steal the recipe humm, they make up the 17 humm
The kainrys we jump them like Offset humm, I'm in L.A. under the sunset humm
This year we are going to steal the recipe humm, they make up the 17 humm
Capital of the cream of crime