Game Over [English translation]

Crime and M.U.S.I.C, that's what I like

Every day that God makes

Money, that's what I make

I'm Fresh, I'm done.

You're here, you're rapping doggystyle,

You don't want to quit

You really think you're in.

I have brandnew shit ready,

I am the big saviour.

I have my ghetto blaster,

I'm in my Range Rover.

Ladies are turned on

Because Earth's getting hot.

9.2 if you want some, we fot 0.9 on the stove.

Meet me under the porch

Me and my mates the cas soc'

Tatooed on the chest

4 years of rent in the pocket

Your Grammy recognize me,

She saw me on American Idol,

I'm half-blood like Bop man,

I'm on staras.

Us, we just wanna make money

Ask 92i boo.

Bro you're mad, I'm leaving the ring

Driving a brandnew Mac Laren.

Chicken wings' song

..

You're Game Over, game game over..

I'm ruling Saint Tropez, with my fresh bros.

Bikini compulsory to get in the Lamborghini.

M.C give me your hand,

To stub out my cigarette.

Huge sono in the coffer,

No more place to put a nigga in.

My fans spend their life spying me.

My sneakers smells like pussy,

too much hoes on my feet.

Doing it on my own,

I'm a pro,

I make distributors smile again.

Ouest Side, Panthéon, Temps Mort,

Yeah yeah, you know it.

Double Poney crew,

I make izi money.

So many diamonds on my swatch,

I don't even know what time it is.

9 mm at home,

On the bulletproof vest.

I will stop when I'll have to

I won't make the too-much album.

Every body can do it,

No ghetto has bars;

And when life erases me

as a worst enemy;

Come and see me at the Colisee

I won't be at the cemetary...

I will be game over, game game over...

30 millions m.c in the stomach

First round, K.O

Nigga you're in a coma.

Golden Globe but you don't seem to,

you smell like defeat.

Me, I have a fucking salary,

mother fucking bitch!

I have rich's problems,

and poor's problems.

They ask me "B2o, waddup Bro?"

"I always want to get laid like a bonobo monkey"

Once they tasted my penis,

It's hard to get rid of them.

I still can count my money,

which means I don't have enought of it.

Don't go out the same day than me,

you're gonna get a beating.

I put it on fire, don't call firemen

They're gonna get stoned.

Dethrone me? who could?

So many numbers in my phone,

I don't even know who to bang.

Shirtless, i don't wear necklines.

Tenessee by big gulps,

Mi-mike in the hand

I have many projects...

You will be game over, game game over

• Artist:Booba