EBTZ
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Barlou, barlou, barlou
Wait, let me explain the movie
I'm going to commit a terrible crime
They stole all my rhyme techniques
Moreover, these rappers wear girls' textiles
I'm not the king but it's just like
I'm not the Keen'V of these fools
The guys are out of breath
And on my crown there are only thorns
Rock star like Led Zeppelin
In our place, skins are sub-humans
I didn't spit, I button up my jeans
I didn't clash you but I suspect my djinn
They have no shame, even less angina
But they take my tail for a Strepsil
I'm in my tattoo shop, there's a cop without panties named Cecile
She wants to get a piercing, under the tuft of parsley
That's how I screw the system
Barlou logo on the stencil
Take out the needles and utensils
I have too many lost MCs
My bitches do the Cannes festival
The whole Barlou team in Timberland for your skull trampling

Yeah, this is where it's happening
Say hello to my team of predators
We are on every traffic, every cast, sometimes the hunt ends in the wall
We work, work, work to get away from the dirt
We have style, the chat
Honor the Barry White Trash
Honor the Barry White Trash
Honor the Barry White Trash
Honor the Barry White Trash

Yah, yah, yah, I have a fat voice
Call me Barry White Trash
Another fucking racial profiling control but the cops have to work
We have brown and white, like Patricia Kaas
If you want, we'll resupply you
We are the kings of the Paris Night Life
Bresom like Staff animal
I'm khabat, only the fajitas pass
You, you're just a bitter of life
I rap for the Arabs and the blacks of my city
We pass customs easily
The caliber in the parka they thought they made infallible laws
But that's not the case, ask Redoine Faïd, yah, yah
And I fuck you, fuck you again as if I had eight dicks (as if I had eight dicks)
And I whip in the kitchen, my cousin I'm whippin' (I'm whippin', I'm whippin')
When my bladder fills with vodka, Pampryl please let me sleep
The best pillow is to have a clear conscience

Yeah, this is where it's happening
Say hello to my team of predators
We are on every traffic, every cast, sometimes the hunt ends in the wall
We work, work, work to get away from the dirt
We have style, the chat
Honor the Barry White Trash
Honor the Barry White Trash
Honor the Barry White Trash

I have to do things right before it's too late
Believe me, too late often comes too quickly
Whoever you want we do it, buddy it's not negotiable
I'm about to derail, to make the headlines
Always in a hurry because always in a hurry
It's to the rhythm that everyone dances
Not scoundrels no, we're worse than you think
You stick your head out of the water, they wait for you to flinch
We love the leftovers, love the noise of the cars
And the cars that make the noise of an apartment
It's more than music, big it's more than you think
I have to fight before these dogs shoot me down, hey

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