Manger c'est tricher [English translation]

[Intro]

I only drank some shooters and some pints

Serve me a drink, that I falter

[Verse 1: Gringe]

OK ! Riddle:

Who is so soaked that if you lit your lighter next to him, the guy takes directly fire?

I drink it like whey, and I don't speak of DanActive bottle

Stoned, I defy the laws of gravity like David Belle

Puffy face, I don't have escalope

Luckily I have my eye drops ... Pool! Eye shot!

I drink to rot me the glottis

I can't walk anymore, I craquelotte

I could blow into the nose of a pregnant woman for miscarry her

I count on my fingers how many I have left of cigaretts

Hmm, four and a half ...

I then tumbles into the bar, we messes yp everything "-Fucking asshole! Fucking rag!

-Ha, Thank you! ", I feel that I start to be smashed

Ooh I'll end up ripped like the scratching on your Schott jacket

Barman ressers me a few shots

Chills!

Soon I see this pasture where the grass of bison grows

I cling a pair of tits

I find an excuse, failed

I collapsed and I take the position of the drunk fetus

[Chorus]

Do you have money? I think the kebab is still open, we could go to it

"Nah, eating is cheating!"

Come on, I have to sponge, someone know a Mac Drive?

"Nah, eating is cheating!"

Or we can go to the grocery store, we takes a bread, we cut it in half, we put tuna and ...

"Nah, eating is cheating!"

You don't have just two euros for the Petit Casino?

"You're not even allowed to put down your cup for go pee"

[Verse 2: Orelsan]

I can drink water and pee whiskey

My body a distillery

I swallow enough water to drown in an empty pool

I can keep the alcohol and spit out the apple juice

I vomit Bacardi: I do like the state, I kick rum

Anonymous alcoholic, I don't remember my name

I do all the bars of the street, I do parallel bars

Under pastis, I'm in the 51 zone, I crash

I kill more yellow than the Marines in Vietnam

I got the throat in Kevlar, the force with which I degrade myself

This is art, then brings the nectar

I will drink anything, the beet alcohol

Tequilla paf, to the meter, to the kilometer, to the hectare, disaster!

In a state of ecstasy, time travel, vodka, jetlag

What do you mean, there's no alcohol in kebab?

I'm doing a disappearing faster than the cake of a small obese

I don't talk to write verses when I say that I end too many sixteen

[Chorus]

Well, there's a lot of people in your home, compared to your fridge ...

"Nah, eating is cheating!"

You think they still deliver, the Chineses, at this hour, or are they drunk too?

"Nah, eating is cheating!"

Hey, you wouldn't make carbonara pasta with ham, croutons, swordfish...

"Nah, eating is cheating!"

There's still a can of ravioli left, we put it in the microwave and...

"You're not even allowed to put down your cup for go pee"

Or we can eat it raw huh: and it's Lustucru ...

[Gringe]

I don't speak of her age if I say that I wake up with a mature woman

With my hangover, if I would shaving me, it would make sawdust

You want to know with what I carbide? Vodka apple, Poliakov

Until resemble to Grishka Bogdanov

"I serve you a drop of Soho?"

Huh? That's for the virgins dolls, serve me alcohol cut with bull's balls

I rock on the other side, fuck Obiwan

I have a headache who would give the migraine to a Tylenol

[Orelsan]

"Bzzzggggwaaaaaaaaa!"

This is my approach technique

I'm only a dirty pocket

Don't drive after gave me a French kiss

Fetish, how I mess myself

I see two tables, I order half the bar before hearing the bell

A mixture in each pocket, a flash in each sock

I failed a lot of things in my life but not the breath test: never!

I spend shy to pathetic, fast enough

Enough sugar in me to exterminate all diabetics

[Bridge]

I only drank some shooters and some pints

Serve me a drink, that I falter

La la la la la

La la la la

La la la la la

La la la la

[Transition Outro]

"G. - Here, there's still a bit of alcohol if you want

- Oh guys: Oh damn, Greenje, it's Greenje! Greenje, his mother! Damn ! Oh I knew, even from back you look like you, you look like you from the back ...

G. - Gringe, it's Gringe

- Guys what are you doing, what are you doing, what are you doing tonight? What are you doing ? I have a party, damn, I have a party, you come with me guys! What are you doing, guys, what are you doing, what are you doing?

O. - We go to bed

G. - We're going back home

O. - We were in a party but ...

- Stop guys, I just met you, damn ... Don't going back home!

G. - This is cool but we are a bit tired

- Oh damn ...

• Artist:Casseurs Flowters
• Album:Orelsan et Gringe sont les Casseurs Flowters