And it's one more guy who poses, boom-boom, it's for the brothers
If you have hot blood, raise your arm in the air
For all those, the young ones, in your car or in your jail
Lower your foggy window. Coco. And don't stop sweating
Oh there, it dreams of big cars, big butts
Big joke, that, dude, let the zargua explode
The phone rings, C.A.L.O.N
Bring the guys from Savine, it's panic on the tour
Hey yo, it's classic, it's my 'zik, it's magic, plagiaristic
Classic, you don't get the vibe? Quick, get out of here
Too many mothers here, all drunk, raise your arm
All deceived by the state, bro I have my Beretta, bro
It's hot like in the Sahara, welcome
24 carats on the chest, it's of the race
Even if we have the blues, but it's not serious
Savings in the shoes, we are not losers

If you're hungry, raise your arm
If you have the blues, take my words
If you have hot blood, go ahead, we're hot
Full room (we're here) Skon jacket (we're here)
Shoot in the air (we're here) boo, go ahead, we're here
If you're hungry, raise your arm
If you have the blues, take my words
If you have hot blood, go ahead, we're hot
Marseille (we're here) for the blocks (we're here)
For the bros (we're here) boo, go ahead, we're here, boo

Big drum, good sound, Mercedes
Let all my guys kept on a leash spin
Ah-ah, they enjoy, driving at 200, vroom-vroom
It deserves a zoom, prepare the packets of chtoun
Ok dude, put the sound, I have the flow, what?
You swung, I blow up the blocks starting
There's clothes in the stands, there are the srhab waiting
It's the Algerino on tape

I'm not lax, take action
Life, my seat and I'm here only for the laundry
Put it on mute, you're deaf, say
Let yourself be rocked by the sound, I have the flow that kills
Tired of this life, letting go is not the moment
Spitting fire, I have the inclination, even if I have my face
See what I damage, what I start
Read in your face, I read those who have panache

If you're hungry, raise your arm
If you have the blues, take my words
If you have hot blood, go ahead, we're hot
Full room (we're here) Skon jacket (we're here)
Shoot in the air (we're here) boo, go ahead, we're here
If you're hungry, raise your arm
If you have the blues, take my words
If you have hot blood, go ahead, we're hot
Marseille (we're here) for the blocks (we're here)
For the bros (we're here) boo, go ahead, we're here, boo

Rapping hard true, it's my hobby
Tendency to forget where our zik comes from
Send the sound, so I twist it
Instant speed 1 on your BM or your Helico 2
Click-clack for my clique, enjoy it, a Bic
A mic, a mix up to the task
DJ, blow up this fucking crossfader, we won't do any favors
Chic-chic, far from being BCBG, lower your arms
Shut up all, listen, stop

Come on, turn on the post (we're here) in your car (we're here)
I already see the CBRs rising like my voice
Marseille under the spotlights, it resonates to Paname
Chatterbox without a state of mind and the guitar rumbles, the sound of partygoers
From the coveted bourgeois by the minimum wage earner
From the one who is sober to the one who kills himself with Ricard
Raise-raise-raise-raise your arm, raise, vaffanculo
It's the Algerino, fa de culo, culo

If you're hungry, raise your arm
If you have the blues, take my words
If you have hot blood, go ahead, we're hot
Full room (we're here) Skon jacket (we're here)
Shoot in the air (we're here) boo, go ahead, we're here
If you're hungry, raise your arm
If you have the blues, take my words
If you have hot blood, go ahead, we're hot
Marseille (we're here) for the blocks (we're here)
For the bros (we're here) boo, go ahead, we're here, boo

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