Qui t'as dit ? [English translation]

Who told you that all blondes were numbskulls?

Who told you I'd end up being a tramp if I dropped out of school?

[Refrain: Gims]

It's Wati B you can feel the difference, unconsciously it smells like cash

You feel the difference, it smells like cash

But who told you that you were...

Put your hands up if you want some real hip-hop, straight out of Paris

Give me some groupies like Zahia, straight out of Paris

Sorry, I didn't mean that, straight out of Paris

Just ask Black M

Everybody let's go come on!

Nanana

Ok ok ok !

Hello Wendy, what you been up to since Wati Bon Son?

Still behind your PC or glued to your Thompson tv

Yo, you want some good flow, talk to the right people

Don't go around being a slut, otherwise they're going shove it up your ass

You've got nothing to worry about Gims, there's no one who can do you dirty

I'm not worried, I'm not in suspense

There's some heavy scores, look how I'm fired up

I've said it before, I either smash or I switch

Hey kids, you need to take it easy in life, otherwise this world's

Going to smack you with the arm of Mauresmo

Night life in Paris, too many people doing drugs

Whether it's the hood or the city, it's so disgusting, I'm out

Maître Gimso, Gringo, I think I see the green light Go

I'm neither Sean Paul nor Kingston, I'm from Congo

Got to be on my way, no time to feel on any chicks

I'm only at thirty percent but there's no trouble

[Refrain]

A few Watts lurking around

In search of my flow and my technique

Beware

Seriously, guys, I've insured my flow so no need to worry

A few Watts lurking around

In search of my flow and my technique

Beware

Seriously, guys, I've insured my flow so no need to worry

Who told you all blondes were dimwits?

Who told you I'd become a hobo if I dropped out of school?

[Lefa]

What up bud, how've you been since Wati Bonhomme?

Nothing spatial! Oh yeah, of course, we're on stage

Yeah that's great work, there's no denying that

Big up to Dawa while I'm at it

Ok who told you we had come to the end of the race?

Surely it was them cocksuckers

The only way we'd be over is if we committed suicide

You don't like our songs and somehow you're listening to this one

And who told you that you'd find only Arabs and Blacks in jail

Who told you that anyone who goes by the name Bakari is only good at fighting

Who told you that there were only Portuguese people living on the ground floor

The man dreaded by all goalkeepers is Portuguese and we know it

And who told you that all grocers were involved in them stupid tarot cards

Packets of LU cost more than a house in Qatar

Who told you that Japanese people are all good with computers?

That all Chinese people do kung-fu, who's the idiot that said that?

Homie, who told you to fuck with immigrants who can hardly speak a word of French

Under hardcore rap, you called the lady police officer a bloody idiot

Now it's sink, tiles, and bars everywhere you look

Who told you that it wouldn't have consequences on your family and on your father?

Who told you all blondes were dimwits?

Who told you I'd become a hobo if I dropped out of school?

[Refrain]

[Black M]

Yo dog, what you been up to since Wati By Night

Don't make sudden movements, I've got Badjnight by my side

Yes, there'll be songs and there'll be kids like during a race night

Yes, when I'm around I start fuming when my homies have a fight

Don't play games, I'm a Diallo

Like Allo said, this is our year

Man, who told you we had eaten to our fill

Go ask J R O Chrome if this isn't just some ra-za ce-ze

But who told you there was anyone like Black M

Who's that hater who told you to avoid backing me up at all cost?

Who told you we roll in fancy rides

Over here it's hardship that's in the driver's seat and if you feel too big for your boots, beat it!

Which one of them told you, "You mean Sexion having a concert in the hood? That's impossible!"?

And now here I am spitting hard bars

And who told you to get a seat at the far end of this small concert hall

Who told you to underestimate Wati-B

Certified platinum three times

So who told you that Wati B wasn't going to make a clean sweep of everything

Haha, who told you Sarkozy was French?

Who told you that Blacks didn't know how to swim?

Huh?!

Adama, hey, who told you that Guineans aren't true Diallos?

You stupid or what?

Who told you we were at the cemetry?

DJ HCue, si si si

And who told you that the Congolese didn't have good taste in fashion?

Imbecile, here we are, 75

And who told you that the Arabs were all thieves?

Hey Arab man, bring back the Porsche Carrera, you son of a bitch

You were supposed to come by tomorrow, do just that!

In your motherfucking face

Sexion d'Assaut you overlooked me, didn't you?

The Chronicles of the 75 volume 2

Kinshasa, Muana may Soldiers

Who told you to repeat what we told you

Now take back what you said or what we made you say.

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• Artist:Sexion d'Assaut
• Album:Chroniques du 75 Vol.2