Dealer (yeah), thief (yeah), robber (yeah), racketeer (yeah)
In my area we are
All inspectors' smokers

Take care brother if you rob, Brinks, tobacco
But if you put big
Aasba caille ra calibrate yourself
Ask Alpha here we all have
520 in the balls
Sin-c' we are all hungry
So we strip by making
Sing the shells
I come to plant my balls and my dick
Illicit like Dakar you know the crypt
(ouh)
Joint on joint we fuck the shmiture
And fracture their little ass
With their little gun
Soumarak jdégéne and pac pac
Mac passes the pack of Heineken
And I fuck the Bac
It's fuck the Bac and their GAV
RG I just fucked your
Wife in my stairs
No diploma no love full of hatred
Rubber-cogne in the pants, you have to lead
Hard as rock dar or champagne
Vodka rum was the man LIM
It's for all our caille ra
Boy who smokes ganja
Juvenile delinquency, Ile-de-France gangsta
Full of drugs
Full of money that we shelter in our oven
That's why the cops jump us
Welcome to the oven!
It's for all our caille ra
Boy who smokes ganja
Juvenile delinquency, Ile-de-France gangsta
Full of drugs
Full of money that we shelter in our oven
That's why the cops jump us
Welcome to the oven!

It's A L P H mother fucker A
Semi-automatic gun down you will stay
Land of the brave, DK, Yararh city my hood
Where it's hard to sleep with
Cockroach in the mouth
Don't touch the money or rest in peace
Hope passes in front of us
Leaves us on the docks
Ok niggas want to ride on me
Neither their gun nor their shlass
Boy does not impress me
I tamed Jo Black
Know the horror of the Khmers
Fuck the rap in band boy
Call Shone and Ker
An old man's word that I live at school
Little brother if I bicrave it's
So you go to school
It's for all the brothers
At the Bobigny court
Who jump out the window
From Villepinte and Fleury
I'm a guy from the country
Country, a guy from tess, tess
At the bottom of the block with a
'tasse I crr crr
You hear the click, click, brother
You'll get the slaps, slaps
Bastard I take your weapon and I rob you
It's for all our caille ra
Boy who smokes ganja
Juvenile delinquency, Ile-de-France gangsta
Full of drugs
Full of money that we shelter in our oven
That's why the cops jump us
Welcome to the oven!
It's for all our caille ra
Boy who smokes ganja
Juvenile delinquency, Ile-de-France gangsta
Full of drugs
Full of money that we shelter in our oven
That's why the cops jump us
Welcome to the oven!

Crime has its party, its trophy
Its religion you talk to us about the jungle
Asshole we are lions
You closed the door we de-de-defeated it
We are here, we don't give a fuck about
What you could think
When you're 2, we're 4, when you're sweet
We are hard when the street needs to be broken
We brought the solder
We have angry teeth, we have a hanging tongue
We put the rope around his
Neck the commercial hanged himself
We have the beats that make
Bips to radios and cops
16 classic measures we have the sound of traffic
Alibi, LIM on Alpha's album
Haiti, Algeria, Senegal and what?
Much further than our own countries
We represent the bitchiness that has
Not found a remedy
For all my ca-ca-ca-ca-cailles
Here is the ak-ak-ak-ak-ak 47
No carrot it cuts dry
It's for all our caille ra
Boy who smokes ganja
Juvenile delinquency, Ile-de-France gangsta
Full of drugs
Full of money that we shelter in our oven
That's why the cops jump us
Welcome to the oven!
It's for all our caille ra
Boy who smokes ganja
Juvenile delinquency, Ile-de-France gangsta
Full of drugs
Full of money that we shelter in our oven
That's why the cops jump us
Welcome to the oven!

Dealer (yeah), thief (yeah), robber (yeah), racketeer (yeah)
In my area we are
All inspectors' smokers (inspectors)
Dealer (yeah), thief (yeah), robber (yeah), racketeer (yeah)
In my area we are
All inspectors' smokers (inspectors)

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