[Intro - Zekxwé Ramos]
We roll the Rs, we roll the Thing...
[Verse 1: Seth Gueko]
I spray the customs officers like a seaplane
It's the return of the iguanon
I ride mechanics like Aldo Maccion'
As my father would say: I'm as handsome as a truck
On the microphone, I have the fries, I have the peach, I'm as fresh as a roach
The thing in the co-op or in the false ceiling
You've got the poop stuck to the underpants, you're a big blard-fon
Blatt, my real blad is Nikolaï Sokolov
I have the Thing under the golf shirt like in Duty Call Of
br/>[Verse 2: Alkpote]
I'm leaving the entrance
Band of hataï: eat
It's getting rails up your nose
br/>I box like a Thai
I'm starting a descent into Hell
I'm going to go frolicking
With little fat ones, big dadets
J 'been using this thing for so many years
Official, pack your Opinels, your switchblades
I'm coming into town on the avenue
Dude, I'm slowing down then capture
Charming girls, mature women
It's guaranteed on invoice
[Chorus: Seth Gueko]
You choose your friends, you don't choose your neighbors
br/>We don't choose the size of our thing either
Do you want something? How much ? A ten or a twenty?
Don't play smart or we'll give you the Thing
We don't choose to be white, black or sarwheat
The important thing in this Thing is to wear your Thing
We choose our clothes, our wife or our perfume
But we don't choose to end our days at the Thing
[Verse 3: Zekwé Ramos]
There's the thing, the materials
But thank God Ãvry it's not the favelas of Rio
That made Goal ! when the Thing shoots down the helicopter'
I'm sexually educated by Olivia del Rio
So Chupa brilliantly
It's not roulette Russian is roulette Brazilian
Attack the luxury mugs, masseuses, beauticians
My sincere apologies
I remember neither the blaze of the rappers, nor the blaze of the whores
br/>That the Drugs plates
It's only for the Thing that I get up so early
Little addict: come and seek happiness like Chico
In the directory of bolosses
In the name of Roberto Carlos
Because the thing is striking
Zekwévinho Ramos
[Verse 4: Alkpote]< br/>Think calmly, make way for the most terrible guys
We're talking about blood, the police are on edge
My Freemasonry rap is funeral
Atomic and nuclear bombing
Mountain of white, narcotic is no longer my dreams
Thing is seriously toxic
The atmosphere is chaotic
I finish that, and hits hard like Trinita
My little ninjas want to party in Ibiza
[Chorus: Seth Gueko]

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