Narvalo, we put them all in the wind
My locos don't talk much
Kalashnikov, protect yourself, N.I.R.O.H.2F
Pull up, it smells like weed, there's trouble
Pull up, only persona non grata
Pull up, and the game takes it as an attack
Pull up, only persona non grata
Pull up, pu-pu-pu pull up

Hey, stoned under drugs you're not in my head
I'm leaving quickly, I don't have time to chat
Flashed on the ring road, flashed in the bottle
We shine a thousand lights when the lights go out
Our girls have balls, your sister's whore
Lucky hit, baseball, she rips off the recipe
We know the street, we don't talk much
She's just waiting for N.I.R.O.H.2F
They know the mentality, everything is square
That's why we're not invited to parties
Police check, bad mood, badly parked
Fuck your mothers, I have nothing else to declare
I smoke like a rasta, I want to make money
I'm leaving for Alaska, I forget all these bastards
Persona non grata, no sluts at the table
Don't come suck me, Niro is not a star
Mice suck pussies when rats are not there
Put away your Kalashnikov, and pack up all your salads
Give them a Rap Planet, an advance of twenty bucks
They're the oil kings, like JR in Dallas
Hey, like JR in Dallas
Suburban and proletarian, yeah
We're the street not the rap game
We'll show you how to do it, yeah

Narvalo, we put them all in the wind
My locos don't talk much
Kalashnikov, protect yourself, N.I.R.O.H.2F
Pull up, it smells like weed, there's trouble
Pull up, only persona non grata
Pull up, and the game takes it as an attack
Pull up, only persona non grata
Pull up, pu-pu-pu pull up

The whore of your race, you say we're not nice
I put down fifty Dom Pérignon, son of a bitch I don't drink
Gun puts you in the know if you don't smell me
Only the left, no Afrika Zumbaataa
Facial discrimination, I broke the doorman's mouth
Ten grams of coke, the bouncer makes you the bitch
It comes out of the speaker, we darken the night
Reup the waxed zombies who are bi'
Turn up the sound, my friends only think about shooting
Your free-fighters won't have time to stretch
The complaints are withdrawn, their hoes are attracted
Don't care, I fuck them like West Indian
In music, pussies buy balls on lease
The press shoots me, the doves pull out the Uzi
I burst even on probation, the judge can't stand me
Want to kill me before the verdict
They all want to bury me, drive me crazy until I snap
That I leave for Syria, that I end up a serial killer
Then make the dirty school preferred by Algeria
Little treat from Halle Berry, left-right in your cavities
Throw class like Dugarry, I buy you like Qatari
Go like your grandmother, follow me in Ferrari
The street counts the whores in streaming
We disturb the industry, last missile, I erase your whole country

Narvalo, we put them all in the wind
My locos don't talk much
Kalashnikov, protect yourself, N.I.R.O.H.2F
Pull up, it smells like weed, there's trouble
Pull up, only persona non grata
Pull up, and the game takes it as an attack
Pull up, only persona non grata
Narvalo, we put them all in the wind
My locos don't talk much
Kalashnikov, protect yourself, N.I.R.O.H.2F
Pull up, it smells like weed, there's trouble
Pull up, only persona non grata
Pull up, and the game takes it as an attack
Pull up, only persona non grata
Pull up, pu-pu-pu pull up

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