Lyrics & Translation
Beats
Here, it's wild man
Mister Yougataga
Johnny
Binks)
It's Yougataga, N.I., we break everything like Mohamed Henni
In Belleville, it's Medellín, I even deny it in plain sight (joke)
Smoking fat logs, hazba, I know the future's sketchy
The street's like South Park, we're all gonna die like Kenny (rrr)
I'd rather end up like Jacques Mes' than have an R Kelly career (yeah)
Today, it's better to show your ass than wear a burkini
As a kid, I only dreamed of Pierre and Marie Curie
Need green, purple, yellow, salad, beetroot, curry sauce
My CV's made of many torn pages
From the big neighborhood to the CJD, the judge wants to invite us (whirlwind)
The prosecutors behead us, we never get acquitted
Chance left us, our ‘seat’ is wasted
It starts with a retake then it multiplies in amount
At the police station, brother, they only respect you when you stay quiet
They only see you for your face, identity checks (eh, eh-eh)
I got too many crazy ideas that the angel on the left told me
Want me to tell you what I know?
The betrayal of a colleague (wow, damn)
Even if he could load the gun for him
In the zone, no one’s left (shit)
Except for the snakes who got nothing (shit)
A few motivated brothers, like we used to be (back then)
Be a bit quieter, mafiosos do the same
During the day, not too many troubles
It helps stay active despite Paris stress (yeah)
(It helps stay active despite Paris stress, yeah)
Glove-, charger 19, I take off in business
Ask H.O.S, he needs big yeses
The shooter threw the mask near Belleville
Powder, shiv hits, gunfire, gas cans
Unaware of all the harm we're causing
But that’s how we settle our conflicts, brother (aah)
Story of J, story of OG
A little prayer before a big deal (aah)
Heart as black as olives
Outside, it's hot man (it's hot man)
The street, then prison, I try to keep it steady
To handle the pressure, I check the Pollo, seller at Koya
Admit, I dreamed of other things, but the calle got me
Stubborn, before 14, beginning of it all
And the worst part is, we never stop
There's always a brother planning to get rich
Always a traitor willing to sell out to get his share
Outside, it's hot man (it's hot man)
The street, then prison, I try to keep it steady
To handle the pressure, I check the Pollo, seller at Koya
Admit, I dreamed of other things, but the calle got me (got me)
Stubborn, before 14, beginning of it all
And the worst (and the worst)
Is that we never stop after that
There's always a brother proposing a plan to get high
Always a traitor ready to turn on you for his own good
Hola, ¿qué pasa? (What's up?)
Remind me of +34, heading to España
Bag of cash, suitcase, we eat well
Bag of cash, suitcase, we eat well (we eat well)
Hennessy, coke (coke)
I handle it with style (style)
I don’t wanna miss the chance, terrain, comma, Ronaldinho
There are dogs at six o'clock in the building where they sell
We’re vicing, no customer service, at 11, it's blown under weed
Christian Dior on the kicks
Story of the barrio, story of the trap, story of struggle
No coke in the Get it
Some deals here and a few bastards on the run
I’m number seven, I want to leave my mark, sometimes I make the pass
Never give away the recipe, bulletproof on the move through the alley
It’s got that taste
Talking heavy, Michelin stars a plenty
I’m back, max your mixto
I’m the only one saying how much it costs, yeah, yeah
You’re on the list, your Mouknadine
Yeah, real from Latin America
We smoke golden, make platinum records (eh-eh)
Yougataga N.I., you already know the team (rrr-rah)
Everything’s automatic, windows, doors
Gears, yeah, everything except the revolver
Click-click, pah, no, no, it doesn’t jamming
Yougataga, Eiffel Tower at Rispa
I look at them from above, yeah, I’m like King Kong (oh, yeah)
Going back and forth like ping pong
Malaga, Paris, Place de la Banane
La Santé, Ryfleu, Belleville to Rotterdam (ah, ah)
You betray omerta, we make the metal scream (yeah, yeah)
I tear up the pavement, they tear up old ladies
I didn’t give my PIN code, ended up in the hospital
Don’t fear thorns if you want petals
We grew up in the zoo, that’s why we’re starving
You’ll end up in the ravine if you follow Éric Raffin
My youth on a wheel, runner 180
Rare like a Maghrebi at Grévin Museum
We don’t want snitches, we want helicopters
Ten mouths talking don’t match two eyes watching
We want to claim RMI, they wanna cuff us
Ask the criminal court, every year it repeats
The newcomers are a pain, fuck the heats in August
When in doubt, no doubt, I want Hajj at Baidu (yeah, yeah)
Caviar tasting on Burj Khalifa
Heavy stuff, big glass of Harifa
Ghetto, ghetto, I bring out the guitar for the melody
A big bill, a small legendary joint like Diego and Eto’o
Woh-oh-oh
Ghetto, ghetto, I bring out the guitar for the melody
A big bill, a small legendary joint like Diego and Eto’o
Woh-oh-oh (woh-oh-oh)
Woh-oh-oh
Key Vocabulary
Vocabulary | Meanings |
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casse /kas/ B1 |
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fumer /fy.me/ B1 |
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délit /de.li/ B2 |
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périple /pe.ʁipl/ C2 |
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drogue /dʁɔg/ B2 |
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trafic /tʁa.fik/ B2 |
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maghrébin /ma.ʁe.bɛ̃/ C1 |
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baveux /ba.vo/ C2 |
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galère /ɡa.lɛʁ/ B2 |
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kamas /ka.mas/ A2 |
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brio /bʁi.o/ C2 |
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bivouac /bi.vu.ak/ C2 |
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expérience /ɛk.spe.ʁjɑ̃s/ B2 |
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culinaire /ky.li.nɛʁ/ C1 |
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Key Grammar Structures
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