Boulouloubi, Boulouloubi

[Intro]
Fucking hell! When we get on the dance floor
We came to tipple, blow some dough
No falling-out man, no contention
Or someone will bleed, do you get it?

[Verse 1]
Hauts-de-Seine, middle finger on the dance floor
MCs gardez la pêche, you're not on the list
It ain't the street but mankind that get me demoralized
How could I trust them? They killed the Christ
Rappers envy me, are all struggling bad
One day of my salary is their life insurance, ohhh
I'm not in thе game for any ass-ass
I'm here sincе Adidas, fresh like Ilie Nastase
Right in the blizzard with my BEP sales
I'm condemned to the mic, the sales of weird substances
Tough luck I took life in my arms, ahh
Squeezing so hard I broke its back, ohhh
Guess who's in the driver's seat?
I'm under surveillance, my rap has let its beard grow
Make some noise for rap music, its execution
B.O in flesh and blood, in chains and gold
[Chorus]
Fucking hell! When we get on the dance floor
We came to tipple, blow some dough
No falling-out man, no contention
Or someone will bleed, do you get it?
No sweat! Takin' two, three, four 06's
Gonna break your coccyx with the three of us 'cause you're too hefty
It's the good tune from Boulbi
Mythomaniac are the fans, crouching are the groupies

[Verse 2]
This is not for minors
I come from the West in C.L.S, bits of riot squads' butt under the spinners
Dropped into the street by a stork
I already have a boner thinking about it, come try me so I laugh my ass off
Mute stiff, released for the worst, little prince of the hardcore
I'm quick off the mark like a Raptor
I'm tattooed, I'll die with it
A gun in the brain, I feed myself with it
The State do everything to ignore us
If I hang out down your place, I make the real estate price drop
Yeah bruh, can of gas, matchstick
I can't clearly see without my scoped rifle
Makin' more bread than with horse bets
Calimero complains less, the shell pierced
Crack music, big dose from the start
MC, you and me, too many things separate us
[Chorus]
Fucking hell! When we get on the dance floor
We came to tipple, blow some dough
No falling-out man, no contention
Or someone will bleed, do you get it?
No sweat! Takin' two, three, four 06's
Gonna break your coccyx with the three of us 'cause you're too hefty
It's the good tune from Boulbi
Mythomaniac are the fans, crouching are the groupies

[Verse 3]
Boulogne, Aubervilliers, Garges-lès-Gonesse
Exposed, pigs and hoes recognize me
Don't tempt me, I love dough too much to be honest
I came to slap you, shout out Bertrand Cantat
Come for a walk in my auto auto
22 inches, chrome, vamos vamos
Millionaire, as Abdel Hakim would say:
"There's only one step from the dealership to the car-jacking"
Middle finger in the air on the dance floor
MCs gardez la pêche, you're not on the list
It ain't the street but mankind that get me demoralized
How could I trust them? They killed the Christ

[Chorus]
Fucking hell! When we get on the dance floor
We came to tipple, blow some dough
No falling-out man, no contention
Or someone will bleed, do you get it?
No sweat! Takin' two, three, four 06's
Gonna break your coccyx with the three of us 'cause you're too hefty
It's the good tune from Boulbi
Mythomaniac are the fans, crouching are the groupies
[Outro]
Fucking hell
Fucking hell

[Booba - Boulbi/ English Translation]