At my place, the sky is not blue
No, Dahwa, it's gray
Hey bro
There's a breeze, it's rather cloudy
Mister You, Lam'-cri
Of our friends, are you the fake one?
They have ego, do they have the flow?
500 horses, do they have the pot?
Warrant for the loot
Let the pros do their job

200 in the Merco
You go down to the South and you're dead
You don't have any dough
A small box in Monaco
For a table, at minimum, it takes 6000

Bro, we are redone from redone
11.43, go, good riddance
It's for the real blacks and for the real Arabs
At our place, we listen to the imam, not the bout-mara
Bro, we are redone from redone
11.43, go, good riddance
It's for the real blacks and for the real Arabs
If we need pes-sa, we don't go to Zara

Tonight, what's the deal? Here, I'm not here to mess around
Ask Bakaw and Abdoulaye, I'm always in serious business
Feint of hooks tah Lass' Diarra, little flick tah Anelka
I sold shit, coke and lettes-ga, I tasted money and melle-ga
At thirteen, I wasn't greedy, I just wanted a CLK
I didn't want to make mom cry, I saw the street and its lères-ga
Dahwa Zoogataga, as my buddy Ledkha says
"At the foot of the wall, help yourself and then the Lord, he will help you"
We finger the pigs without effort, we fuck them all because we are strong
Here, it's Lacrim and Mister Yankee Oscar Uniform
At my place, they break the doors with FACOM and Phillips
You smoke the came, we smoke the strike of aquariums to no longer see

200 in the Merco
You go down to the South and you're dead
You don't have any dough
A small box in Monaco
For a table, at minimum, it takes 6000

Bro, we are redone from redone
11.43, go, good riddance
It's for the real blacks and for the real Arabs
At our place, we listen to the imam, not the bout-mara
Bro, we are redone from redone
11.43, go, good riddance
It's for the real blacks and for the real Arabs
If we need pes-sa, we don't go to Zara

Row, row, row, I had something else to do
Damn, in addition, I had to wet all my stuff
The salary of death, it's sin, prevent me from being listed
Forced me to cheat to have more to lose
But, bro, I wanted her happiness
In a sea of diamonds, I saw her honor drown
My record made the lawyer fantasize
I have the strike that we rebicrave at 2-4
Dirty son of a bitch, I gave love and time
I received disappointment, problems and blood
I bury my secrets but on my dad
RS3 tinted for ratatata

200 in the Merco
You go down to the South and you're dead
You don't have any dough
A small box in Monaco
For a table, at minimum, it takes 6000

Bro, we are redone from redone
11.43, go, good riddance
It's for the real blacks and for the real Arabs
At our place, we listen to the imam, not the bout-mara
Bro, we are redone from redone
11.43, go, good riddance
It's for the real blacks and for the real Arabs
If we need pes-sa, we don't go to Zara

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