This is my city at night
El matador
Bombattak crew
Marseille downtown

CHORUS
This is my city at night
We dream of big sums
Everywhere it's the same fate
Despite all these flaws, it's my zone
And you will be welcome at my place
In my city, at night, hatred devours us
But it makes us stronger
We kill boredom in the basement with weed
To forget what we are

Past midnight, there are only whores and no more Cinderellas
Invest in the album, listen to delinquency in sample
There are small, big ones rising in this country where violence triumphs
The settling of scores at eight o'clock says a lot
It's for our sectors, the surroundings
Dedicated to innocent guilty people in jail, because of a snitch who is wrong
Here they traffic weed, coke, exta or mushrooms
Because no one counts on the Euromillion anymore
There is this hot and cold side that makes us kill ourselves with vodka and Dillon
Ask if it's shit, my khos will tell you
From maternity to the morgue, don't think the path is that long
My sound, the groupies have it, in the beak a big joint
It's for the guys from the shadow zone who hang out in small numbers
It goes crazy because the lack of conscience, madness fills
I dodge the ambulance and the police station
My flow is at the level, it's verbal process braco, mino.

CHORUS

Live from difficult neighborhoods, explicit words
At our place, even the legless commit hit and run
Guys get canned, and it's too late to dial eighteen
Here, there are only princes of recidivism
Everyone regrets the college years
Colleagues have the choice between the OM subscription and that of Baumettes
The more we advance, the more we say that hope is dead
It's not because the accent is pretty that the story is beautiful
Before wanting to lift mountains
I start by knowing how to change my wheel when my tire punctures on a speed bump
One-Three, bitumen registration
Cold sweat, the old ones are afraid of me like a heatwave
We squat under the bus shelter with the whole tribe
It's the label of burning cars, that we are attributed
Life is less beautiful on the French Riviera
Don't trust postcards
The smell of piss, we assume it

CHORUS

The noises and sirens resound
In front of a beauty, for sex, the bandits soften
It steals, it begs. We hang out late in the city.
Dodge the cops to see our dirty money laundered while in jail they jerk off and canteen
Represent the not quiet corners
On the trajectory of the bullet that Satan fires
Pass the bottle that I'm going to down
Everything is fine, I won't throw myself into the void
Tonight, it's the hyenas against Sarkozy's bitches
You want to go out clubbing, in your pocket, there's not a cent
When it's shit, you have to learn not to smell it
As some have very well said, outside it slips so watch out for your son
Or be guaranteed that he won't reach thirty
This rookie cop is scared and expects the worst
This thug looks grim and doesn't have time to run
Many will be the victims, we won't lie to ourselves
Don't do the wires if you don't know how to drive.

CHORUS

El matador
Brasco
This is my city at night
Night disturbance
For our streets
Marseille downtown
Track invaders
Bombattak

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