Tu vas prendre cher [English translation]

[Intro]

Yeah, Banlieue Sale

Hey Rise-E I got you

Gucci, Louis, Fendi

[Verse 1 - The Weasel]

I only have two hands, and twenty-four inches

Since the beginning I see all these MCs after me

I fuck you all, I hurt you all

I turned the rap pregnant, push! Push!

Since the beginning I look the rap in the mirror

Dude this is too much, confuse the underground and the metro

Nah it's zero, zero, zero for my white, my maghrebi, niggas eats the rice paro

This one for my pirates in front of the lobby #JackSparrow

Your flow is vague, stop the jokes

You'll lose a tooth #VeryBadSwagg

This one is for my thugs, the real guys know

My white like Orelsan

If you don't like Fouin you got dirty ears

Bro, you're too low, returns to the hall

60 days 60 nights the swagg follows me #Lalanne

From the south to the east, It's not worth to test

We don't pick up the remains, it's Banlieue Sale

And fuck its mother the rest

[Bridge - The Weasel]

Take your swagg, and leave my house

You refuse to work

Orelsan, your text, you remember?

[Verse 2 - Orelsan]

They say that I represent the lose but I represent the real life

The day, the day, love, doubt, intelligence, stupidity

Again a small kibble to put you in appetite

A small rocket before the invincible armada of T-1000

Their lyrics are light, their instrumentals brush against anorexia

This is not because we don't understand what you write that you make poetry

I came a bit lost full of modesty

Today, I act as the savior of the prophecy

I explode the chrysalis, triggers a acid rain

They look at the stone, I try to show the pyramid

If you're shit, it's not the fault of Illuminati

Orelsan, I haven't yet meet Mr. Miyagi

I'm like your little obese girlfriend: in full forms

Confiscate my ID, I rap like nobody

You play the sides guys, the kings of the night who roam the nightclubs

But the only thing who brings you closer to ibiza is a Seat!

And I go to the next level, I'm sick of moving slowly

They only arrive at mime us, we should deliver our discs with white gloves

With La Fouine, with our good sides, our evil inclinations

It's time to learn to dinosaurs to love the change

[Chorus - The Weasel & Orelsan]

And you're going to suffer, you're going to suffer

You're going to suffer, how much?

You're going to suffer, a lot!

And you're going to suffer, you're going to suffer

[Verse 3 - Orelsan]

I'm like children without immune defense, I'm in my bubble

I polishes my figures while I look at Hentai

I get up at the cocktail hour, I branch Guitar Hero

Alcohol makes me swell, mix Coke Zero

They think I'm partying every weekend, that's wrong

I work my flow, I spend more time in the cabin than Captain Nemo

It's summer, your girlfriend is on a diet

Luckily I have the meat for her protein intake!

Dedications to my overdraft

I don't make the breakfast anymore but I'm back for the cutlery

My album took a long time, I had to recover strength

This is the first time we don't blame me for a premature ejaculation

[Verse 4 - The Weasel]

Yeah, Fouiny, Orelsan, all these rappers will take

Should have the glasses of Ray for see your records sell

It's your fucking career who goes to ashes

You're pretty good, we fuck, but no question that we sleep together

[Chorus]

• Artist:La Fouine
• Album:Capitale du Crime 3