CHIPS [English translation]

{ Chorus }

All day long , we talk about guns & biatches

Variety music's hating , we're squatting in the top of the charts

Thugs take the mic , they can't ignore our hits

Competition can't help it anymore , man we eat it like chips , like ..

We will end up at Ardisson's , Fogiel's or Cauet's ( French TV shows )

We will go all around the world , we will pass by Korea

You've put some Gucci fragrance from Barbes ( black market Parisian district ) on your body

& Pshiit Pshiit Pshiit , you still stink

When I got into rap , I was told I have to be black

I wanted to do pop , I was told I have to be white

I've drown my worries in a glass of whisky

How weird it is , an Arab who doesn't like rai

Yeah , there's no reason to cry

I've slapped rap & confessed it

Listen up , that's for all the haters

My security is Yugoslavian

{ Chorus }

You , for the locked up brothers

You , forced to shut their mouth

You , for the angry brothers

You , we can't say it so .. ( x2 )

Get the bottles up , the Lamborghinis

Miss open your garage so I can park my Audi

Bolognaise flavour , she's got some taste for risk

Spread your legs , taste my chip

She's done , she goes out alot ,

She got caught yesterday at the barbecue party

At 200km/h speed on the belt with my real girl

On the back seat , paprika flavour

{ Chorus }

Making do with what we've got , we get out of the crap , we sort out

We only want to fill the hearts , we don't give a damn about golden discs ( x3 )

{ Chorus }

• Artist:La Fouine