[Intro: L’Algérino] I
no longer believed in life, nothing that I smoked the strike
Smoky every night, dreams pass To the trap
Beat the balls of your opinion, poto, let go of me the bunch
We took risks, we had too much the slab
It points to the SPIP, the brothers on the run
The fault with the OCTRIS, justice is local
La vida loca, les folles at the hotel
We lost the ball, the balls on the carpet
[Verse 1: L’Algérino]
Yeah, yeah, in Marseille, they sell hash and chloroquine
It takes years and it frees pedophiles
She wants to boil, too naughty, to be the girlfriend
I’m on the terrace, guava juice, crocodile polo
Yeah, times change and damn, don’t be blehni
You m’salis, that it speaks badly, cousin
I am in a fucking machine, I make your sister dance
We came to rob life like the casino of Enghien
