We're ghetto, ah ah ah, on the motorcycle, ah ah ah
Two helmets, ah ah ah, Asalto, ah ah ah
We're ghetto, ah ah ah, on the motorcycle, ah ah ah
Two helmets, ah ah ah, Asalto, ah ah ah

Here, it's the zone, we're stoned
T-Max, I'm burning rubber, it's God who gives
We're ghetto, ah ah ah, on the motorcycle, ah ah ah
Two helmets, ah ah ah, Asalto, ah ah ah

They talk about me, I don't even get agitated
I don't calculate, I don't even think
I enjoy life, yeah, I take advantage
I smoke my joints down to the filter
We don't look in the rearview
Even if there are sirens, we love the sound of the beep-beep
The cala of the pe-pom
Trafficked, we dance like brigands
Be careful who you hang out with and who you're going to glove up with
Trafficked, we dance like brigands
Be careful who you hang out with and who you're going to glove up with

We're ghetto, ah ah ah, on the motorcycle, ah ah ah
Two helmets, ah ah ah, Asalto, ah ah ah
We're ghetto, ah ah ah, on the motorcycle, ah ah ah
Two helmets, ah ah ah, Asalto, ah ah ah

Sun, bib, prison, Baumettes
In the neighborhood smoking so shut up, gossip
You bring out the Mégane RS, you want the little one who caresses you
PGP in the cell, Alonzo, Jul, the sound of the crooks, yeah
It smells like the street, two on the motorcycle, yeah
It smells like cops, three in the Mondeo, yeah
It smells like the street, two on the motorcycle, yeah
It smells like the SPIP, bracelet under the Croco tracksuit

We're ghetto, ah ah ah, on the motorcycle, ah ah ah
Two helmets, ah ah ah, Asalto, ah ah ah
We're ghetto, ah ah ah, on the motorcycle, ah ah ah
Two helmets, ah ah ah, Asalto, ah ah ah

We're flying, yeah, we're flying, we crashed the S-Line, it's normal
Pass it around so we can fly
Yeah, we're flying, we crashed the S-Line, it's normal

We're ghetto, ah ah ah, on the motorcycle, ah ah ah
Two helmets, ah ah ah, Asalto, ah ah ah
We're ghetto, ah ah ah, on the motorcycle, ah ah ah
Two helmets, ah ah ah, Asalto, ah ah ah

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