Hawaii State Police, there's no such thing as a cain-cain
Coming from West Africa, come and get his two cents in.
Call whoever you want, my cartel hammers away
Work professional, the result is perfect, my dear.
On the chessboard, the ALTESSE, the rook on mission,
Operation of good sound, two bass voices in burst,
Na Like this there's still the Saka-Saka, yes it's SSI-PA,
He who holds his stick, ginger from Africa.
I walk around the city,
J I have the impression that everyone knows me.
But who wants to stab me, who wants to test me?
I watch from right to left,
My Sector... has already been hanging out in tché,
I have the power of the python like the old fathers of the wheat.
Say hello, here are the bosses, the flambe in boss, the Giorgio Smaltos,
Ston-wé croc of Rap shouted,
Our strategies, grilled brain cells,
Our bario, you know it Two points, you're there.
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Be careful of the 2 grilled guys in the hot seat.
HAMED DAYE DOUBLE S, on the bass move your butt.
Be careful... I already have my hand in the cash drawer.
Be careful... BASS VOICE and HIGHNESS.
Be careful... In the hot seat.
Be careful... br/>Let me sit on all the biz, stop your nonsense,
Don't step on my flowerbeds
Because it's the woman I'm courting.
Weigh, win , shoot it in one take
At midnight when all the ch... are gray.
Adulter and lope-sa, it fucks in laughter-Pas, don't laugh,
If that happens, we'll stuff yours and you don't even know it.
Okay, okay, stop there, now you know who weighs and who doesn't,
2 fucking niggers from the underworld, nominated for the sector.
DAYE, PASSI, here, you are without worry,
Nominated for the first prizes without surprise, my stére-Mini
We go up on the podium, our tuxedos are tailored,
We raise our arms and snatch the trophy,
Everyone applauds including our enemies.
I fix my bow tie and I smile at them,
High class baby, high class mug,
And even backstage we are always well escorted.
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No fiasco among the niggas who shine on the microphone,
In our business there is no DONNIE BRASCO.
I unearth the mole, fourgue la dope, good stuff
Who has passed customs and who arrives at your place just at dawn.
I am served by decibels, Taj Mahal verbal,
br/>I deal in yours, the streets belong to us.
Yeah, Yeah I weigh like GAINSBAR,
Bars and bars,
Du wari wari, tonight nigga there's no lizard.
You want sensations, if for you the weather is gray,
Flu in your throat, the atmosphere is rotten, Paris ,
Here we are, your decadence, your nightclubs,
We're going to hide it all and make as much profit as possible.
Ah, Ah, I'm really In Paris,
From Sarcelles, I went to Neuilly,
Yes, that’s life, I succeeded,
I sent enough wheat to build in the country.
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