Mister You (Mister Yougataga)
Tunisiano and Isleym (Ta-ta-ta-taga)
(Mister Tu-Tu-Tu-Tunisiano)

Fight to move forward
No tears, we're here, we express the depth of our thoughts
Don't be offended
No need for brakes, we charge headfirst into the fray
Fight to move forward
No choice, we must believe in it, write to exist
Don't be offended
And even if we have to leave everything, we charge headfirst into the fray

Woogataga, I'm a bit like Scofield
Me, the taga, I smoke it to the filter
I'm an alcoholic, a real slacker
But when the cops are around, da3wa, I run too fast
It's not just the money that's dirty
There's also the mouths of the fakes who take advantage
Ya3ni like Tunisi said "barra neyek chbik tetkohob"
On the street, horrible things happen
Crazy stuff
So know that if you're stockma, we have everything we need under the coat
Hey buddy, if you play the croma, we open fire right away
It comes from the zoogata, bring out the ille-feu

And stick to the masses, here's a massacre orchestrated by burnt-out heads
3arbouch and the style, traveling between the hagars and the pouk'pouk
Not from this raza that would give up their mother for a few bills
Mourning and Belleville, no longer selling dreams but chnouf
Mister Tun-Tunisian' and da3wa I'm a sadist
Mister Yougataga jay y'khra 3la rassek
Hey, the music is good, it's a hit, not just talk
And the crap has a future, it's investing in the top album

Fight to move forward
No tears, we're here, we express the depth of our thoughts
Don't be offended
No need for brakes, we charge headfirst into the fray
Fight to move forward
No choice, we must believe in it, write to exist
Don't be offended
And even if we have to leave everything, we charge headfirst into the fray

Coveted country, our parents were amazed
Our parents were exploited and always said sorry
Shaking hands with Sarkozy, but how? He's not my role model
Sympathizing with the enemy, screw that, I'm not Faudel

No Faudel, no Johnny, and no Dr. Gynéco
The same speech from the start, we screw Nico's mother
We pop the Veuve Clicquot, tracked by junkies
We bite into life, so soon we'll have no teeth left

Here the brothers are angry, don't allow yourself any excess of zeal
When it comes to sharing, you won't get a pretzel

The world is vile, in front of the halls it drags hard
Beware of women, especially those who chase after sex

And burnt-out heads like the unstyled ones on funk
To make a buck, a bit of broken glass in the skunk

The kind of guy who rushes to the mic like when it's time to pay
The one who reflects more in miclo than in Popeye

Fight to move forward
No tears, we're here, we express the depth of our thoughts
Don't be offended
No need for brakes, we charge headfirst into the fray
Fight to move forward
No choice, we must believe in it, write to exist
Don't be offended
And even if we have to leave everything, we charge headfirst into the fray

Fight to move forward
No tears, we're here, we express the depth of our thoughts
Don't be offended
No need for brakes, we charge headfirst into the fray
Fight to move forward
No choice, we must believe in it, write to exist
Don't be offended
And even if we have to leave everything, we charge headfirst into the fray

Mister Yougataga, ta-ta-taga, ta-ta-taga (fight to move forward)
Mister Tu-Tu-Tu-Tunisian, Tu-Tu-Tu-Tunisian
The music is good, it's a hit, not just talk
Mourning and Belleville
(?)
It comes from the zoogata

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