The Park and the Basket roll with the Shit Squad
Don't Sleep rolls with the Shit Squad
The 3rd eye and the FF roll with the Shit Squad

Give some bang, hey!
I fall into the watch without zigzagging
On the lookout, debonair and very cheerful
I am a delegate of the Shit Squad, amigo bingo
If you hold out until the end of the gong
We are all James Bonds
Shit under the nails
Skunk at the gong, it knocks out
Like a shotgun blast
And straight away, we go high...
Rat-man born Batman friend of Boss One
And married to Mary Jane
Luciano, make your wish come true
If you want, smoke your life away, old man
A bit of Marseillaise, and you lose your hair
Shit Squad, Uncle and his nephews for the nervous
Welcome to Hashish City snot-nose
I exchange my sticks only for a woman
Style Nefertiti
Make the FF smoke, Uncle I'm done

You took your pack and your wife with you
Well rolled Marijuana that you hold between your fingers
What, the atmosphere is getting smoky
Smoke the Shit Squad and no bragging about it
The boumba if you feel like it
Take this maxi choco, as if
An armada of ganja smokers are fighting over the contract
Hey, batty boy, you want to roll with the Squad
This is not a fan club of Ease
But a fucking Shit Squad
Rolled between two sheets of Rizla Cross
Original bad boy for the sketch, son
No peace at parties with the DJs, spin it

You want to touch our phases, go ahead, put the price
I assure you, it's a bomb
It grows like bamboo
The S*!# Squad is on the right track
Always in the right moves
In any case, we don't indulge in para
Down here, we decompress as we can
THC leads us straight to seventh heaven
Yo, smoke your joint of canna, listening to the rascals
Sat rhymes to blow everything up like Thai buddha
Smoke in a studio or in a coffee shop
Hip Hop atmosphere, looking at my friends' eyes
For them, I finish in freestyle
I drop a funky style, the FF, all M'Ghetta to shit

M'Ghetta to shit
"Come taste this my son"
M'Ghetta to shit
"Perfume the air like marijuana"
M'Ghetta to shit
"Come taste this my son"
M'Ghetta to shit
"Perfume the air like marijuana"

If there's ganja at your place, gringo
It will jump in the name of the Father the Son and the Sentenza
"Come on"
I'll be dry if you're not hot
Prepare a good space-gazpacho
For all the dirty muchachos of my clique
The Squad, rascal squad
And Uncle Pedro, Pascal
You'll take a spatial
Glass of mescal a little bit
Arrive with a kilo for the mythos
Let go, give, ¡No te muevas, cabrón!
In situ, bratou kakou at your place, there's no more money
Watch out the miser is preparing a bad move
A theft, a shit thing, a snack
Nada, you know Sentenza
Who's blowing up the bank?

When I catch you, when I block you
Here are the shock troops
The Shit Squad back for a smoke-tour
Armed with heavy stocks
Dish of the day: space-cake, pipes
Lit fuses, foggy atmosphere
FF, make smoke
Deeply stoned to the sensi
That's what incites me
Don Choa, Hannibal Smith, Shit agency
Arrival of choice
Here we are in Marseille, my brother
Straight out of the container
The product that turns you upside down
You sniff the joints
Better than the dogs of the flying customs
Smoke mixtures based on burning balls
Sticky herbs
Production Uncle Pedro, the big shot
You know the effect
I roll with the Shit Squad and its fairy fingers, baby

Faf Larage, son, don't smoke
Pedro, no offense, smokes cigarettes, dry tobacco
And here I am good, dude
My buddies smoke for me
Circuit lindo Thai skunk stops in front of me
Hey, asshole, I don't have to tell you what to do
To get into the game
Son, you understood me well
You think there are vapors, represent the smell
First symptoms that affect me
Speed, from then I'm in a mood
One might think that I join the Squad
When I tell my party stories
Here at the Stormbringa
What I say, son, it means nothing
But under the influence of Shit...
The Squad, it's a hit

M'Ghetta to shit
"Drink a little pastis, smoke a lot of trees"
M'Ghetta to shit
"Oh gravity has hit"
M'Ghetta to shit
"Drink a little pastis, smoke a lot of trees"
M'Ghetta to shit
"Yeah, I'm stoned
this bamboo hit"

cu south, there's something new, son
The Squad resurfaces, drowned in the mass
cwith his buddies from the microphone, butts, amigo
Bars, we need them to meet our needs
From morning to night, full
We have aged like good wine
The good khéné makes it ugly
Wants to fuck our business
That the guinea lost it
You fuse, gus if we hit you
Like a Hashashin warrior
Hit after a joint, you charase
Stick your ears in front of your baffles
You're not dreaming, gringo
The exam, it's become a dead end
Constantly, represent our emblem
Thick grass, Rat's wife
The princess for the honor of the rebel troops
For the smoke and the beautiful f...

Daddy Mamadi, on the mic, that's a given
Pass the cosmic herb
So that the family panics
A pro-bandana with all the hot machos
And it's off to the show
FF, freestyle to represent with a gandja joint
You can't fight
Smoke, smoke, smoke before life smokes you
ctoday I assume with the Shit Squad
Kif-Kif Production, banged association
For end of evenings, very tired
I send zigue the TVs
For all the brothers with whom I burned bamboos
From the Sector to Café Julien
The nephews are no longer afraid of anything
cccrochés on the local like starving
Shonga waits for me tomorrow, yeah

You recognize the voice of the Padre, out of the trece
On the mic, worn out by pollen and sensi
Always ready with the Shit Squad
Dude, stay on your guard
Waiting lyrically for us to bomb
Balance our ferié néné cocktails
If you're looking for khemia
It's only with us that you can find it
I don't do topo
I'm full of popo
Ask my buddies
It's a 16 S dude that I have under the hood
I always pose at my rehearsals without forgetting my gear
A pen, a microphone, my chocos
And vatos portos
That's how I like to work
I'm not the type to stall or block
And go ahead, stop snickering
Yeah, my big, Jo Popo represents for the 3rd eye
Mc I crumble you in my two-leaves

I look at my buddies, oddly debonze
All guided by hashish as if by mistake
Haza full of mimics, they are chic
Look me straight in the eyes, khô
You can't do it, what a loser, this big
Tell me, is it shit you're smoking?
Or pills you're gobbling?
How many kids wanting to play big got lost
I told you to stay in the sensi
At bad boy party, pump a joint
Stay cool like your buddy, the friend, cli, go ha!
I don't smoke
But prefer to see people down with the Shit Squad
Than being at Toxland at the CameSquadra
c believe it's a championship
Where it's the dumbest who will win
cbefore pressing play, you should have made a little
c the health of the Squad, Jo Popo, Luciano, Pedro
My friend, it's life
It's life that wants that
N.I.K, N.I.K
M'Ghetta to shit

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