Zebda france ii

I don't eat halouf
I don't eat pork
I only eat chicken
Special dedication
To the French not from France
Special dedication
To all the other people
Special dedication to all the raggamuffins
I am French
I have all my papers
I am well integrated, within the norm
And As for customs, what are you doing?
I've messed up everything
I'm in good standing
Your nationality?
I didn't serve in the army
They reformed me
And in your city what is there?
There are police officers, there are condés
Who come to chamber you
I can taunt them, auticher them, ah, ah!
Identity card, show, show!
Off-white yellow
I dance easy and I have things to say
To those who are not from here and with deep roots
If you don't listen "easy" to Castagne's speeches
From the pig of Brittany to the evil sweats
You will end up buried in your third floor
The shotgun placed on the TV
The mutt enraged by so much hatred
Will burst his chain and come and eat you
One beautiful drunken evening rummaging through the neighbor
But who says French
Not only in Poitiers
We've lost everything, what about the border?
We have customs, we know what we're doing
We got it all figured out, we're not mules
We're not angry
We're going to vote, we're not going to work without hard feelings
Mediterranean, what's the matter?
You have your islanders staying there
They are not integrated and all the tanned ones
They have them in their noses, ah, ah!
Identity card show show
Off-white yellow!
To those who pretend
To those who do without wheat
To those who play raggamuffin
To those who play ragga but fine
To the minorities who are waking up
Who want to enjoy the sun
To the West with its syndrome
Initiator of human rights
To the Social Security and to the Caf
At the telethon and even at the paf
To those who make love to flies
And to all native French
To daddy's girls who panic
To chronic aerophagia
br/>To those who squirt at work
To those who play collectively
To those who play collectively
Collective Raggamuffin